#sorry for the bad lighting the main light in my bedroom went out

[elabelll]

I’m gonna fucking scream

[orimuraa]

‧₊˚ 愛┊I got to give you all my love - Park Jongseong ↳ ┊: free love - honne

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆jay has always been your main source of comfort, never ever failing to prove it either ⨾

۶ৎ boyfriend!jay x fem!reader┆angst, comfort┆a couple kisses, cursing, crying, reader having a tough time┆wc 627

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy jay day! he has brought me so much comfort in his words and i can’t express how much he makes me laugh. i’ve been going through a tough time so this was very comforting to write 🤍 i hope you all like it!

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

it was a busy time for you. work was stressful, your sister was getting married, yada yada yada. it was all so stressful.

at first, you tried to handle it well, gas-lighting yourself into thinking that you were fine and that you were just being weak and dramatic.

but then, the symptoms started to show. you were having trouble with the basic needs in life such as: eating meals, getting enough sleep, letting yourself relax for a bit, etc. you were taking on too much work than your body could handle and you weren't sure how much more you could take.

jay was starting to notice your lack of energy, realizing that something was off. he knew that this was a very busy time for you and that you had much to do, but he wasn't aware it was this bad until it became this bad.

"princess? are you alright?" jay had just gotten home when he heard the sound of muffled cries coming from your shared bedroom. slipping off his shoes and placing his bag down, he quickly walked to find you, worried that something had happened.

when he reached your bedroom, he found you curled up on the bed, wrapped in the comforter with tears streaming down your face. your eyes were puffy and red but to him, you still looked like the most gorgeous woman in the world.

but that didn't his heart from aching at the sight of you. he gently knelt down beside the bed, softly pushing a piece of your hair back and out of your face.

"baby...what's going on?" he asks sympathetically, his eyes brows knitting together as he studies your tearful eyes.

"jongie...it's everything," you hiccup, the frown on your lips dipping lower. "i..i can't do this anymore. it's been so difficult jongie." you cry, looking up at him with fresh tears. if jay had to say what the most heart-wrenching moment in his life was, he would describe this moment.

"oh doll...please, talk to me. let me help you, please?" he begs, not being able to stand how awfully sad you are in the moment.

"it's work...it's my sister's wedding, it's everything!" you sobbed, letting jay come onto the bed and wrap his body around you to keep you safe from it all. all the grief, all the stress, all the sorrow, all of it.

"i haven't eaten properly in days, i can't remember the last time i told my boss i couldn't handle the work load, and i'm just so fucking tired."

jay felt so awful that he hadn't noticed any of this earlier, that he didn't pick up on the signs earlier. the way you always went to bed way later than him, only to wake up before he did, the way he never saw you eating anything, and especially the way you were so drained after work everyday.

"baby, i'm so sorry..i can't even imagine how exhausted you are and i can't believe i didn't see the signs earlier. god, i'm so sorry princess," he quavered, tracing shapes on your waist as he spoke.

"jong, it's not your fault. please don't beat yourself up for it, okay? it was my fault for letting it get this bad...and it's my job to heal and recover better than ever," you say softly, not wanting your pain to spread to your boyfriend.

jay didn't say anything. he just smiled softly at you before kissing your lips, trying his best to make up for his mistakes.

"then we heal together, okay?" he says against your lips, encasing them in another kiss.

"i love you jay, i don't know how i could ever express how grateful i am for you. thank you for everything," you whisper, closing your eyes that begged for sleep.

"always baby, you deserve all of my love, always. now, get some sleep, m'kay? i'll be right here when you wake," he reassures, tucking you into the covers and pulling you close to his chest.

jay never failed to prove that he was your comfort person. ever.

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication, @melodiessvy

[whatonearthbro]

crimson eyes | season1rivals!bucky x reader

warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, no smut, bucky calls reader doll once, no use of y/n, soft kissing, mentions of blood and wound, you stich bucky’s wound up

new york was as much as a hellhole figuratively as it actually was. vampires roamed the streets, and if it wasn’t vampires wrecking everything it was looters trying to get what they could to survive. you and barnes were housed together in a small, cramped apartment, as you have been for the past month and a half. there were two bedrooms, both painfully small. you got the ever so slightly larger one.

one night, bucky came home from a grocery run with a bloodied shirt. “what the hell happened? oh my god, are you ok?” you shot up from the couch and examined his arm, which was the source of the bleeding. “i’m fine. i ran into a little…problem.” he winced in pain as he put the bag down. he was bleeding out everywhere, and he still managed to bring your shared groceries home. interesting.

he sat down on a stool as you got a medkit to stich him up. he took his shirt off, and the wound wasn’t as bad as you thought. it was superficial, and it was pretty clean, thank goodness. but that wasn’t the main thing you were looking at. you were slyly looking at his chest every now and then as you stitched him up, his strong abs speckled with white hair, that gathered at his happy trail, which went lower and lower and..

“ow, fuck-“ bucky yelped as you poked the wound a little too hard as you were too busy checking him out. “shit, i’m sorry! lemme get you some tylenol real quick.” you stood up and made your way to the kitchen cabinet that hosted a couple of different medicines, and you found the pain killers. you looked back at the soldier. “do you want something to drink with this?” he looked back at you, and a bit of silence hung in the air. “water’s fine.” he said flatly.

you continued to stich him up for a couple of minutes, and the wound was completely sealed up for the most part. he had stopped bleeding mostly as well. “thank you for takin’ care of me.” he said quietly as you sat in front of him, wiping the dried blood softly with a gauze pad. “it’s my job. we’re here to take care of eachother, right?” you murmured quietly as he nodded.

“i found some things at the back of a walmart that wasn’t picked through for you. some candy and stuff.” he gestured at the bag that was filled with stuff, even a small plushie toy. you smiled excitedly and chuckled. “i..thank you. i didn’t even know candy still existed here, y’know..”

the two of you gazed at each other for a while. you felt you could get lost in those crimson eyes of his as they seemed to pierce your soul. the smile on his face faded. he placed his organic hand on your knee, and it rested there as he leaned in. a soft blush ran over his face. you could feel his warm breath on your face, and he looked at you with his one-quarter lidded eyes, “is this ok?” he whispered quietly. a hot blush ran over your face too, and your cheeks flushed. “yeah.” you remarked in a hushed tone. with slight hesitation, he learned in even more and gave you a feather-light kiss. your lips met softly as you closed your eyes, and his hands moved to your hips.

he pulled back and looked at you again, a darker shade of pink now on his face. you put a white lock of his hair behind his ear as you said, “what was that for?” you muttered. “it was.. it was a thank you.” he kissed you again, this time with more pressure, and his metallic hand cradled your face as gently as it possibly could. you kissed him back, and tangled one of your hands in his snow colored hair. he sighed in the kiss, and kissed you even deeper. his hand kneaded your plush waist as his artificial one rested on your collarbone. he broke the kiss, and he gazed at you as he licked his lips.

“you’re a good kisser.” he said as he got up. you watched him, wondering where he was going. he walked over to the walmart bag, and pulled out a king sized snickers. “wish i could of known sooner, though.” he smiled coyly and gave you the candy. “this is my favorite..” you smiled and stood up. you wrapped your arms around him, even though he somewhat towered over you. “thank you.”

he kissed your forehead softly and rested his hands around your waist. “you’re welcome, doll.”

[vxiphoid]

RAINY REVERIE

❨ summary ❩ obey me › things they would do to cheer you up. hearts and minds have a tendency to break when there are too many thoughts in your head at once, how would they help?

tags ✧ nb!reader, established relationship, reader is going through it😞, slightly suggestive in lucifer’s part?, IM SORRY IF YOU HAVE A CAT ALLERGY (mammon), idol slander, bathing together, itty bitty angst in belphie’s.

amanuensis’ message ⊹ i tried to make the reader a bit different for each brother because people deal with being upset differently… but hello?? theres like 130 of you now, tysm for all of the support, i love you all sm sm :(<33

⌜ 2.5+ ⌟

obey me masterlist

LUCIFER

♫ wishful thinking - benee

╰ he understands more than anyone how stressful school or work can be. doesn’t help that rad piles more shit on as you advance. he’s offered to give you a message, pressing small kisses in his wake before smearing oil onto your skin.

“you did so well today.” lucifer praises gently against your skin, thumbing the junction between your shoulder blades. you sigh contentedly as he massages into your muscles with ease, his fingers brushing your skin in gentle strokes to help ease out the knots and tension that have accumulated over the day. you inhale sharply at the contact, and a small smile quirks up the corners of your mouth when you hear him hum happily at your reaction. “your hands feel good, not that i don’t like the feeling of your gloves, your hands just feel better. i like your hands on me.” you murmur, leaning further back into his touch, basking in his affectionate caress. there was a stutter in lucifer’s movements as he stiffened momentarily before relaxing once more, but it didn’t deter his hand from its progress. “well, i know that… i figured i take my gloves off a lot in your company since you like the feeling of them so much.” he murmurs, sounding slightly embarrassed by his own statement as he continues to massage at your shoulders. he makes sure his thumbs are positioned correctly on either side of your spine, his touch feather light. “i thought this was pure?” you ask teasingly, peering over your shoulder. lucifer gives you an unamused look, pushing harder into the small of your back which elicits another soft sigh from you. “this is pure. you’re tainting it.”

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MAMMON

♫ (your cat) don’t stand a chance - mustard service

╰ last thing he wants is you going to bed angry or upset in any way. even if it isn’t his fault he still feels like he needs to spoil you to make it better? so, he gets you something. in a box, a big box. yk nothing bad, just something he prolly shouldn’t have bought…

“heeey, pretty… so i know you’re having a really bad day ‘n shit but how would you feel if i brought you a cat?” mammon asked, stiffly pushing open his bedroom door with his shoulder, a light looking box in his arms. you eye him, hard. “what’s in the box, mammon.” the mewls of protest from within spoke for itself. when you bursted into his room clearly pissed off, mammon was already on his way out, kissing you and promising he’d be right back he just needed to grab some stuff. by stuff you didn’t think he’d be at the pet store buying a kitten, especially this breed. maine cats are expensive, he even went out of his way to buy toys and the necessities. you thought you would have been mad about it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be as the little baby ran around trying to catch a feather you swung around. the kitten finds rest in mammon’s mess of hair, likes to be carried around in hoodie pockets, and makes biscuits with it’s beans on your back. you couldn’t be mad at all, both the small fur ball and your boyfriend cleared all the stress you had. mammon lied down beside you in the floor, watching you jerk around the stick for the kitten to tail, he rests his head your shoulder. “you feelin’ better?” you nod with a natural smile and he kisses your shoulder. “good.” you say nothing, instead you pull him close and cuddle together on the floor, the kitten pawing mammon’s head before curling up for a nap. you smile, holding out your pinky. “don’t tell satan?” mammon takes your finger, pressing your thumb with his. “‘course not.”

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LEVIATHAN

♫ honey - red hearse

╰ levi was already dressed for a midnight walk when you came in, he figured you needed one too just to clear your mind. helps you put on your shoes and jacket while you rant about how horrible your day was, kisses your cheek while you two leave the house.

your boyfriend treats this like any other day, not in an ignoring way, no. he figures he’d rather listen to your rant then try to see the other person’s (asshole) side. in plus, if you get it all out of your system, you won’t be so pent up. he buys you your regular drink and holds it for you while you express your anger with your hands, bringing the straw to your mouth when you need a pause. “—and it wasn’t even my shift!” you huff, sipping your drink when levi brings it to you. “thank you, i love you. anyways, this bitch—“ you could go on and on for hours and he wouldn’t get tired of hearing your voice. eventually he’d tug you into one of those 24 hour cafes and request an outdoor seating area, preferably where there isn’t people. when your rant seemingly comes to a close, your forehead meets with levi’s shoulder with a heavy sigh. he kisses your crown, “d’you want anything off the menu? they still serve breakfast if you want any.” he smiles when you nod. “thank you for listening, i know that was a lot. ‘just been stressed.” his hand slips into yours, kissing the back of it. “i’m here for you whenever.” and he means it. you know that levi would give you literally anything in the world, he’d do anything for you and the little things only add to how precious he is.

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SATAN

♫ structure - odd sweetheart

╰ satan is a ticking time bomb when he’s mad, he may look okay but one minor inconvenience will send him over the edge. the plus side is that he knows most of the methods that could calm anyone down. those methods are watching really bad shows and their cringy acting.

the click of the spacebar signaled that you paused the show for the ninth time tonight, the silence loud between you and satan as you both stared at the blinding screen. his expression mirrored yours; slightly gaped mouth, squinted eyes, and meeting a glance before they returned to the frozen show. “she didn’t just kiss her husband to be’s brother after having a one night stand with their father…” he said quietly in disbelief. “on her wedding day.” you mumbled, forking around your takeout noodles in its cup. satan opened his mouth and you fed him some, treating yourself quickly afterwards. “y’all would watch anything at this point, kill your producer!” you and satan have been bingeing this horrible romance show for so long you completely forgot what time you even started watching it. its so ridiculous, not worse than idol, but still horrible. satan, on the other hand, was just glad you were enjoying yourself after a soiled day. you catch his eye and grin slightly, “what?” he shrugs with his mouth, turning back to the show. “nothing.” “mm, you want something, what is it?” you prodded again, leaning forward and giving him an inquisitive stare. you were sure you weren’t getting an answer by the way he was twirling his fork, so you leaned into him, brushing his hair away to press a kiss to his jaw, that caught his attention. “thank you, satan. for cheering me up.” you whispered to him sweetly. his lips curled up at the edges. “anything for you, love.” your eyes dart back to the screen after what you thought you saw actually happened. “she’s making out with their dad now?! go back, go back!!”

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ASMODEUS

♫ bad behavior - austin mills & remi wolf

╰ he knew that as soon as you walked into his room silent something was wrong. he just got out of the shower and you hugged him. you hugged him tighter than you usually do, and he noticed. he’s never seen you so deflated, tears filling your lash line. fortunately, asmo knows the perfect way to calm you down.

“okay baby, do you want hot pink or pink?” your eyes flick between the two headbands from your spot on the bathroom counter. you know they’re basically the same color, but it doesn't stop you from trying to guess which one is cuter. “hot pink.” you say finally, nodding in the direction of the headband in asmo’s right hand. “correct answer, you weren’t allowed to choose anything else.” asmo slips on your fuzzy headband and you snort as he carefully adjusted it on your head. “why’d you ask then?” you tease. asmo shrugs, leaning in closer to press a quick kiss under your eye. “so we can match!” after your emotional feeling day, your boyfriend suggested you join him in his skincare to take your mind off of everything for a bit. you agreed immediately, happy at the opportunity. you’ve been so stressed lately, working part time at a small coffee shop near campus while attending classes full time, and not having time to spend quality time with your boyfriend made you feel like you had let him down. you were grateful he was offering to help you out though. asmo’s finger hooked under your chin, using a silicone spatula to smear on a cool peel off mask onto your other cheek. you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he grins, pecking your lips before getting back to work on your mask. little whisps of champagne hair escaped from his headband, his tongue sticking from the side of his mouth while the mask between his brows crinkled in concentration. asmo always did this whenever he focused particularly hard, so you didn’t interrupt him even if he did start to ramble about something or another. you couldn’t get enough of watching him make himself so at peace with his surroundings. your lips meet his palm gently, and he quickly got the paragraph hidden behind such a small act. “you’re welcome, baby.”

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BEELZEBUB

♫ grey luh - berhana

╰ beel knows that even himself needs a bit of time alone before he’s ready for any interaction so he let’s you have you’re time. while he waits, beel prepares a bath of pure relaxation. scented candles, various different bath bombs, and even one of those bath tables.

you groan exasperatedly as beel lifts you from the warm embrace of your duvets, “i know, i know, i’m sorry. you can go back to bed in a minute…” he assures you, his voice soft and droopy. you’re about to protest but he shushes you by kissing you softly on the lips. “i know you need this.” with that you stop your whining and hum quietly, accepting a loving defeat. you were already starting to nod off against beel’s chest til your nose caught whiff of vanilla and the cold tiles of the bathroom under your feet as he set you down. the bath was filled with crystal clear water, a blue tint shimmering over the liquid due to the relaxing lighting. there were candles and various oils and body washes littering the shelves of the bathtub with a scent that was both sweet and refreshing at the same time. it was almost overwhelming in its complexity but it was also perfect because beel always made sure everything had an effect that would make you happy, calm, relax. “your week has been stressful so i wanted to make you something even it it isn’t a lot.” you smile brightly up at him, eyes shining with love for him despite still having bags underneath them, which he brushes away with another tender kiss. you already began to strip, your bones were aching for warm bubbling water on your skin. “just relax, okay? i’ll take care of you and we can go back to bed after dinner.” you pause just as you dip your leg into the water, “you’re not joining me?” beel blinks at you owlishly, mouth opening and closing a few times as if trying to find words, “you wanted me to join?” you blink back at him, confused until he finally says something intelligible again, “yes? why wouldn’t i want you to join me?” he smiles at you, a small and gentle curve of his lips that you couldn’t help smiling back at him. he wastes no time settling down behind you, your body immediately melting into his, the heat radiating out of him and warming you up like never before. “better?” he questions, hand rubbing your back soothingly, his other arm wrapped snugly around your waist. your head rested on his shoulder, arms loosely wrapping around his own torso. “absolutely. thank you.”

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BELPHEGOR

♫ valentina - dreamer isioma

╰ usually naps off his anger or sadness, basically letting it build up silently, naps do help him but he knows that naps won’t erase anybody’s pain in, like, two hours. belphie makes you a little care package; essential oils, sugar scrub, candles, sweets, blanket, plushies, melatonin gummies for the sleepless nights, headphones, etc… it was a rare sight seeing belphie out of bed and productive, instead your roles being swapped.

the attic’s stairs creaked as belphie ascended to where you were curled up on his bed. he approaches slowly, stretching his neck out a bit to check if you were sleeping. fortunately, you were not. “hey, babe? i got you something…” belphie muttered. you turned your head slightly, the glow from your d.d.d illuminating your face. belphie sat down next to you, laying out what was clearly a care package on a bedside table. the colors were subtle, a nice slightly desaturated blue with white accents for bows on the bag, few constellations littered the design. “you didn’t need to waste your money on me, belph.” you sigh, holding his face in your hand, belphie leans into your touch. “it wasn’t a waste. you’ve worked so hard.” he smiles as he kisses your palm. “plus, nothing’s a waste if its for you.” there was some static in the room, it made the atmosphere even more intimate. belphie rests his head against yours, taking a deep breath in. you smelled nice, and belphie felt immensely calm. “do you want anything else, hun? i could cook dinner…” belphie trails off, rubbing circles onto your arm. he feels you shake your head, “you’re more than enough. i’ll open the gift in a second, promise, just need you.” belphie kisses the top of your head, resting his cheek on top of it. there was static again, the feeling only growing more prominent as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “i love you.” you turn slightly to face belphie, placing your lips against his, they were soft, sweet, and tasted like honey and vanilla. you felt the tension plaguing your body ebb away, you relaxed into your lover. belphie pulls back, pressing another chaste kiss on your forehead, “i love you the most.”

[the-atlas-sister]

Iᖴ OᑎᒪY ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ (ᗩᗪᑌᒪT!ᗰEGᑌᗰI ᙭ ᗩᖴᗩᗷ!ᖇEᗩᗪEᖇ)

Warnings!: Rotten, rotten fluff, slight suggestive themes, poverty ig?

***

"Excuse me?"

Your eyes go wide as you stare at your employer. Well... previous employer.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but we can't afford to keep you on anymore," she said, giving you that stupid, pathetic, pitiful smile. "You know how much you've done for our company but we need more experienced employees.

"More experienced?" you asked softly, still in shock from the words.

"Older," the woman corrected, straightening out a stack of papers on her desk. "You're just too young and we can't afford to keep you on our team Y/n."

"I don't understand," you mumbled, shaking your head lightly. "I've been a part of your business since I graduated, that's two years. I've worked diligently, never asked for a raise in pay and the families love me."

"I'm sorry, we just can't afford you," she repeated.

Your eyes went wide. That was it? They couldn't afford you?

"I'll need your desk packed up by the hour," she stated, standing from her desk and walking around you. "You understand, don't you?"

You stared blankly at your hands, the small ring on your finger shining almost mockingly.

The woman looked over your shoulder at the ring. "You just got engaged right? We'll send you a gift, almost like a thank you for all your work."

***

You stared blankly at the cement sidewalk as you walked, your previous employer's words echoing in your head.

You just got engaged right? We'll send you a gift, almost like a thank you for all your work.

They can afford to send you a gift, but not to employ you. Bullshit. You sighed softly, approaching the dingy apartment building you and your fiance lived in. You slowly made your way up the stairs until you reached your apartment. You fished for the keys in your purse, fumbling with them.

"Fuck," you swore as your keys fell to the floor. You groaned, putting down your box full of things from your office and grabbing your keys once more. You unlocked the door and kicked it open, dragging the box in behind you.

"Megumi!" you called, kicking the box into the corner and throwing the keys on the table. "I have some bad news..."

You looked up from the table, furrowing your brows at the lack of response from your fiance. "Megs?" you asked, wandering into your shared bedroom. You looked around, confused about where he could have been.

You notice a small sticky note at the edge of the neatly made bed. You slowly approached the bed, picking the note up.

Meet me at **** **St ****

-Megumi

"Hm," you hummed, flipping the note over. That was it, an address and nothing else. "Weird," you mumbled.

***

"Are you serious?" you mumbled to yourself as you approached a large old house. It had yellow chipping paint and a crumbling roof. Despite the crumbling appearance and obvious decay, it was beautiful. The overgrown greenery and small fountains and bridge leading to the front door only added to the romance of it.

You carefully walked across the small stone bridge to the open front door. You walked in quietly, looking around the building. The entrance room was large and the noise of dripping water filled your ears. Fairy lights hung from the rafters and a few small candles lined the large flight of stairs in the middle of the room.

"Oh my god," you whispered, approaching the staircase.

"You like it?"

You turned around to find Megumi standing in the doorway with a small but shy smile on his face. You let out a small sigh, making his eyes go wide.

"Just hear me out, okay?" he said quickly, approaching you and holding your hands. "Just imagine pictures all through the halls, and- and a big chandelier, right there." He guided you to the middle of the main room, pointing at a large hole in the ceiling. "And- and we could add a library or your very own office." You looked around the house with an awestruck expression. You felt him wrap his arms around your waist and his hands gripping your hips. "Imagine it, just me and you make our mark on every inch of this house," his voice low and suggestive in your ear.

"Did you buy this house?" you whispered, gazing at Megumi with wide eyes.

"I did," Megumi said shyly. "I figured we needed somewhere new to start our new life together." He gripped your hands softly, looking down at you with a smile.

You felt tears well in your eyes, guilt building in the pit of your stomach at the way he gazed lovingly down at you. "I got fired," you whispered, tears beginning to spill down your cheeks. "I'm sorry Megs." You sniffed and wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Don't apologize," Megumi cooed, cupping your cheeks and gently wiping away your tears. "It's okay, it's okay." He pressed his forehead against your own softly. "You'll get another job, I'll get a second job, we'll... ask Gojo for money if we need to." He grimaced at the idea of asking his guardian for money.

You couldn't help but laugh softly at his disgusted face. "You hate asking Gojo for things," you chuckled.

Megumi smiled softly at your laugh. "I do, yes, but if that's what we need to do to make our dream come true, I'll do it," he said gently. "I'd do anything to make them come true."

"I love you," you whispered, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

"I love you more," he whispered back against your lips.

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Tinder

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When your best friend creates an account on Tinder account for you....

Warnings: yandere Taehyung, stalking, obsessive behaviour, horror themes, major character death, minor character death, tae is kinda creepy here

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

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You saw that man coming closer to you. You were terrified and started to move backwards. Now in the light of your apartment his face was clearly visible and it was Taehyung.

"T..tae-hyung"

You shuttered in fear. You have no idea what he is going to do to you. He kept coming closer and closer. You kept moving backwards but to your bad luck the back of your knee hit with the couch.

"Yes babe"

Now he was really close to you and you were trapped between the couch and him. You tried to run away but he was quick to grab hold of you. He pulled you closer and his breath hit your face.

"I love you so much babe"

"Tae-"

Suddenly you started to feel dizzy and then you lost your consciousness. Last thing you saw was Taehyung holding you and had a creepy smile on his face.

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You woke up at the sound of the alarm clock. You observed your surroundings and found that you were in your bedroom. You checked yourself and you were wearing your night dress.

Was it all a dream?

You got up from the bed and picked up the baseball bat kept in the corner of your bedroom. You slowly opened the door and went into your living room.

You carefully searched everywhere and you couldn't find anyone. You saw your balcony door was locked from inside and even your main door was locked from inside. Nothing was out of the place.

Then you remembered something and quickly started to search for your phone. It was the only option to confirm if all that happened yesterday was a dream or not. You couldn't find your phone anywhere in the living room so you went back to your bedroom and found it in the bedside table.

You opened it and saw the notification. You received a message from Taehyung. You quickly opened it.

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VANTAE: Good Morning.

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You checked the previous messages. The last message was when you said him about the outing with your friend and there was no conversation between you both after that. The next message he sent was the 'good morning' message today.

That means it was all a dream.

You were so happy to know that. You sighed in relief. You thanked God that was a dream but it felt so real. Just then your date with Namjoon came to your mind. You found you received a message from Namjoon during midnight, probably when you were sleeping.

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NAMJOON: Sorry bae, I could not pick you up for the date that I promised. Actually the boss held me late. Hope you don't mind.

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You didn't reply him and thought of talking to him in person at your office. You realised that you were getting late for your work.

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Time Skip:

Office hours were boring for you today as Namjoon was not there. You received a lot of messages from Taehyung but you ignored him. After that dream you don't feel comfortable with him.

Later that evening you invited Rose to watch Netflix with you. You told her everything even about the dream. She scolded you for ignoring Taehyung. You realised that it was just a dream and not his fault. She told you you couldn't lose a potential friend just because of a bad dream.

About Namjoon not coming to work today she suggested that maybe he was tired as he had to work late night yesterday. You hoped it was true. Truth to be said she is an amazing friend. She always with you since childhood. You are happy to have her.

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A few months pass and no clue of Namjoon. He didn't come to work for almost a week and then you come to know from your boss that he resigned. His sudden resignation seemed suspicious to you so you text him but he didn't reply. You tried calling him but it was of no use.

You even visited his apartment where he used to live. There you got to know that he emptied his apartment a week ago. You asked his neighbour and a good friend of his that he once introduced to you, where he could go? His friend was clueless and told that Namjoon left without saying anything. You were now worried about him.

Today you decided to visit his brother, Seokjin's restaurant. You are sure that he may know where is Namjoon as he is his brother. You saw the signboard reading 'Eatjin' you entered and asked the counter lady about Seokjin. Just then you heard the beaming voice of a man.

"You are Y/N right?"

He seemed a few years older than you. You don't know how he knows you and were about to question him.

"I'm Seokjin, Namjoon's brother."

He introduced and let his hand for a handshake. You gladly accepted it.

"So how's Namjoon?"

Why is he asking to you? How are you supposed to know about him?

"What do you mean?"

"Stop joking Y/N. A few months ago I got a text from Namjoon in that he told me that he is moving out with you as you are pregnant and asked me not to search for him. I was angry at him first but then I understood him, he did it for the best. So how's my little nephew or niece?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know where Namjoon is? That is the reason why I came here to ask you."

"If you don't know where he is and I don't know where he is, where is Namjoon? Come let's sit and talk."

He took you to a corner table and asked you about everything and you explained it to him. He suggested that you should report it to the police. The police assured you that they will start searching for him and let you know if they find any clue about him. Seokjin told you to inform him if Namjoon contacts you.

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A week pass with no sign of Namjoon. The police were still not able to find him. You were so worried for him but Rose helped you calm down saying everything will be alright.

You even told everything to Taehyung, he assured you that you will soon find your friend. That was indeed true the police finally found him. The police discovered his death body from the warehouse in the middle of the jungle.

You were broken after hearing the news. Rose tried her best to calm you down. Namjoon's funeral was delayed as his body was sent to posterm.

Almost after a week you attended his funeral with Rose. You couldn't help but cry. After the funeral Seokjin took you to his house. He tried to comfort you.

"Y/Naah don't cry, everything will be fine. Think about me I lost two of my brothers. I hope whoever killed Namjoon gets caught soon."

You quickly wiped your tears and checked your watch and you realised were getting late for work. You needed to go to your work or your boss might fire you. You didn't went work for almost two weeks. You took leave from Seokjin and he told you to take care of yourself and promised to remain in contact.

You were about to leave when a picture of someone unexpected caught your eyes. It was Taehyung's picture but what is it doing in Seokjin's house?

"Oppa who is this?"

His gaze followed to where you pointed.

"This is Taehyung my youngest brother. He passed away from a road accident almost three years ago."

You were shocked after getting the information. You hurriedly left from there.

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It was already evening time and now you are at the terrace of your office building. You could see the whole city from there. You could not even focus on your work today and got scolding from your boss. You didn't mind it as you were already not okay.

You were so confused and couldn't figure two things out. Firstly, what happened to Namjoon? Who killed him and why? Secondly, who is Taehyung? If he is dead who is the one texting you? These questions were eating your head and you had no answer to it.

You were so busy in your thoughts that you didn't notice that you are at the edge of the terrace currently. Just then you heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind you. Before you could turn back and take a look at the person, someone pushed you. You slipped from the terrace and fell. Last thing you saw was people surrounding you before you closed your eyes forever.

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Unknown POV:

I sneakily came from behind and pushed Y/N from the edge of the terrace. I watched her falling down slowly. I felt a pang in my heart. I didn't wanted to do this but I had to. I can't let anyone else have my love.

If I do let her live, I would have to kill another brother of mine and I didn't want to risk it.

"Now you are mine forever babe."

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[thin-line-between-us]

Morals

Alexis Drazen x Reader

Word count: 3151

Pt. 3

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The light was blinding and it was one of those mornings where I despised the east facing window in my bedroom. The blinds were closed yet it still felt like the sun had stuck a needle in my brain, or it was simply the fact I drank way too much to keep myself from walking out on the world's most self centered man mid dinner. Almost everything from the moment I stepped in through the front door was fuzzy and racking through my brain for the rest of those memories only intensified the throbbing sensation in my head. I finally managed to roll over after what seemed like forever, my muscles ached but the glass of water and aspirin on my nightstand brought a smile to my face as that would be the only thing to give me some relief. 

30 minutes had passed of just mindless turning and tossing before I could actually stand without wanting to collapse right back into bed. As I strolled into the living room I was greeted with a huge smile from Alexis still under the covers but already sitting up, sipping on a cup of coffee. This time there wasn’t one ready for me so as I walked past him I took his and plopped myself down into the armchair. “Good morning, I wasn’t expecting you to be up so soon after last night” he was now looking at me over his shoulder, smile still plastered on his face as his gaze went over me once before refocusing on my face. He was anything but subtle, yet the pounding in my head stopped me from caring too much. “Light sleeper, the sun was assaulting me so I didn’t have much choice. You seem happier than usual” I sipped on his coffee, quickly scrunching my face at the lack of sugar but didn’t make a move to give him the cup back. “Well I get the best view first thing in the morning” he threw back the covers and strode over to the pot of coffee, pulling out another mug and sugar from the cabinet above. 

Now it was my turn to ogle, albeit I was much more subtle about it, as he stood in nothing but his boxers, the bandage still wrapped tightly around his torso to protect his healing wound “You should really start getting used to wearing pants” I told him as I placed his bitter cup of coffee on the table to my left. “Why? You’re not wearing any, besides you weren’t complaining about that last night” he turned to walk back, now handing me my own cup of caffeine. “Did I…” I frantically point to my night clothes hoping he’ll understand my question to which I only get a shake of the head indicating a no “Did we-” this time I was cut off “Oh no, trust me you wouldn’t forget it if we did” I wrap my arms around myself hoping to somehow feel less exposed in the oversized shirt and just my underwear. I guess he wasn’t talking about the views outside earlier. “Alexis…” another question had popped into my head as I sat stiffly slowly sipping on the hot liquid “where is my bra?” that seemed to throw him off, as if I had asked something I should know. “Laundry, just like the rest of your clothes” I just nodded, internally screaming at the fact that he had seen me virtually naked because of my own stupidity. Outwardly I had put on a small smile, not letting on the embarrassment I was feeling. 

It was quiet the rest of the time we finished off our drinks, with an empty cup in hand I stood up to at least take it to the sink. Unoccupied hand still clinging to the hem of my shirt to not expose myself shouldn’t have been my main concern as I tried to step over Alexis’ legs. While not exactly a clutz, I wasn’t very graceful either as I fell right into his lap after tripping on my own foot rather than his and I could have sworn that time froze. Alexi did catch, seating me more comfortably instantly, but the impact did cause him to let out a groan and clutch his stomach with the hand that wasn’t holding me upright. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? How bad is the pain?” I had already forgotten about the cup that dropped on the carpet or the somewhat explicit position we were in at that moment. “It’s not that bad, and it was worth it” he finally lifted his eyes from the spot that was radiating pain to meet mine full of concern. “Worth it? What are you- oh!” reality hit me like a truck the moment I felt a slight twitch under me. My brain was telling me to move right now but my body didn’t move an inch, partially because I didn’t want to make the current situation worse somehow. He was still looking at me, trying to read my facial expressions the same way I was trying to read his, yet all I could focus on were his hands. One was on my lower back since the fall, but the other had now moved to one of my legs straddling him and his thumb was gently rubbing circles into it.

As if acting on its own my body slightly leaned into him and Alexis didn’t seem to mind that one bit as the hand that was on my thigh started creeping up towards my very exposed rear. I never looked at his eyes for as long as I did now and suddenly lost myself in his soft gaze. Our lips were inches apart and as a shiver ran down my spine I let myself submit to my own urges. The kiss had turned heated and rough in seconds, my hands had found their way into his hair tugging at the roots harder as a borderline pornographic moan left his mouth, allowing me to catch a breath before returning to his lips again. Every touch felt white hot and my mind was completely blank as his hands continued roaming freely under my shirt, the need for more felt almost primal the second his focus shifted to my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and finding every spot that made me tick. And then the phone rang, snapping me out of my daze and back to reality so fast I almost fell again scrambling to get to my feet and out of his grasp.

“Hello?” I answered, trying to keep my breathing steady to not alarm the person on the other end of the phone. “Hey… you okay? You sound a little off. Don’t tell me you caught something last shift, you know I can’t work nights without you so I better see you there tonight” said Jodie, my best friend and coworker, causing me to rack my brain for a reasonable explanation “I was… working out, yeah remember those workout videos I rented last time we went out? Really got my blood pumping” I shot a glare at Alexis as he chuckled quietly trying to run a hand through what was now a tangled mess on his head thanks to my wandering hands, all attempts to smooth it down were futile. “Okay… how was last night?” She didn’t seem at all convinced by my answer but swiftly changed the subject. “I can tell you all about it later, I’m a little preoccupied but I’ll see you at 9” I hung up the phone before she could protest or I would spill any details of the last two days. “Don’t” I pointed a finger at Alexis as his mouth was already half open and left the room quickly. 

Once in the safety of my own bedroom I could really think about what had just gone down, it didn’t feel wrong but the reasonable voice in my head reprimanded me for letting get as far as it did. It’s been a long time since I had let anyone get close so why was this one different? Before I could get too into my head I slipped into my sheets and tried to get at least a few more hours of sleep, knowing well the hangover won’t go away before it was time for work. The images of those moments were continuously invading my mind and no tossing or turning was going to make them go away so sleep was out of the question. I figured another approach was necessary and hopped out of bed, discreetly opening my door, looking around to make sure the reason for my restlessness wasn’t in sight and slipped into the bathroom. My skin was still on fire so a cold shower felt like the right move. Ripping my clothes off and turning for a moment to the mirror revealed a trail of strategically placed bruises from my jaw to my collarbone, I couldn’t resist running a finger down the line which only brought back the feeling of his lips on mine. Refocusing on my own goal of forgetting the encounter I step into the shower, allowing the painfully cold water to wash off any remnant of the dirty thoughts plaguing my mind and clouding my judgment. 

After the unpleasant shower I had to deal with the evidence. Concealer did nothing to help hide the purple marks so I settled on a turtleneck instead hoping my somewhat weather inappropriate choice of clothing won’t draw attention, a pair of slacks to go with it. Stepping back into the living room area I found Alexis by the stove, now in a tank top and a pair of black pants that looked like they were made for him. Those did not come from my closet and that’s when I finally noticed the leather duffel bag sitting on the couch. “I hope you like pancakes” he placed two full plates on the table “There wasn’t much I could do with the lack of food in your fridge” he had sat down at that point gesturing to the chair across from him. My eyes were focused on the bag in front of me, questions popping into my head at a rapid speed and the curiosity to open it overwhelming. Against my better judgment I turned around and accepted his invitation to eat. “I could go to the store if you want” all I could muster up was a soft hum as I picked at the food on my plate “Would you like a ride to work?” I finally looked at him after those words. “I would like that” I eventually placed a bite of food in my mouth, this time less surprised at how good it was but still audibly enjoying it. That put a smug smile on Alexis’ face, the tension in the room almost disappearing. 

The rest of the time eating was spent in a comfortable silence. Once done I moved to the armchair once again and turned on the TV, mindlessly flicking through the channels for something to have playing in the background. Alexis pulled out a button up from his bag “I have to ask” I walked over to him, doing up the buttons for him “Where did you get those from?” Once all buttoned up he zipped the bag and started rolling his sleeves up. “In my line of work you learn to keep one in a safe place” he said so casually that I was once again left with so many questions and didn’t know where to start.

“I could leave, if you want me to,” Alexis said.

“What? Why?” my head snapped in his direction, almost giving myself whiplash, a nauseous feeling in my stomach.

“I have options now that I have my belongings, I simply enjoy your company too much to walk away” there was that subtle smile again as he tucked his shirt in.

“Would you stay?” the last thing I wanted was for him to go, but I was not about to beg. 

“If you want me” was his simple answer but it told me all I needed to know for now. “I do have some business to take care of today, I will be back in time to drive you to work. You need to be there at 9 right?” he said as he opened his bag again, pulling a gun from it before placing it in his waistband.

“Mmhm” was all that came out as my eyes widened at the deadly weapon in his possession. With his jacket and shoes on he walked over and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before disappearing through the front door, leaving me to ponder over what I have gotten myself into.

Hours felt like minutes with all that was going through my mind and before I knew it Alexis walked into the apartment with a few bags of groceries and what looked like the beginning of a nasty black eye. Worry scattered my thoughts again and I jumped from my seat.

“What happened?” I ran my fingers under the bruise before moving to retrieve an ice pack.

“My friend wasn’t exactly happy to see me,” he said before flinching at the cold feeling on his face.

“Your friend did this to you?” I couldn’t believe someone would treat their closest people like that.

“Get ready. We’re leaving in 5 minutes” he just gently shoved me away as he continued packing away the groceries with his one free hand. I listened and went to pack up my scrubs as the rest of my stuff was still in my car where I had left it. Soon enough we were driving to my work, an uncomfortable silence filling the air once again. The drive wasn’t long thankfully and I rushed to get out but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

“One minute, I got you something” he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small jewelry box.

“You really didn’t have to, my fridge is full because of you” I tried to joke but he seemed a little serious as he handed me the item. Inside was a gorgeous silver necklace with my initials and what looked like real diamonds.

“I owe you my life, this is nothing in comparison. Turn around for me” I shifted in my seat as he placed the chain around my neck.

“It’s beautiful” I turned back to him, gently running my fingers over the charm on my chest. He took my hand and placed a gentle kiss on it before telling me to get inside so I’m not late as it was already 8:55.

As soon as I stepped foot into the nurses station Jodie drags me out and to the changing rooms.

“So… spill, I’ve been dying to know how your date with Mark went, he’s so dreamy” she sat on a bench as I went to get changed.

“Trust me when I say he is anything but dreamy, I don’t think I’ve ever met a more self absorbed man in my life” I slipped out of my clothes, “I spent 2 hours listening to him talk about himself and when he wasn’t talking he was feeling me up in the middle of dinner” I now had my scrubs on and stepped out, trying to tie my hair up in a bun so it wouldn’t get in my way.

“And you still brought him home?” she quirked an eyebrow at me.

“No, gross. Why would you say that?” I scrunch my face up at the mere thought of it. I see her stand up and walk over to me still confused about her question. She lightly pushes my shoulder to turn to the mirror and that’s when I see it, the hickies plastered on my now exposed neck.

“You’re either lying or not telling me something” her eyes drop to my neck once more before she reaches out her hand touching the recently acquired accessory, “This looks expensive” she gives me an impressed look and sits down, still perked up, waiting to hear my explanation.

“I met someone” I start but take a moment to think of how to explain it all without sounding like an idiot for helping a stranger trying to steal my car in the first place, “He’s sweet and hot, I can’t even deny that and I don’t know where it’s going but I think I want to find out. And no we didn’t get down and dirty, I can already tell you’re thinking it” I finally manage to get out.

“Well when do I get to meet ‘Mr. Perfect’?” she said with an emphasis on the new nickname she gave Alexis.

“I don’t know but I’m pretty sure we were supposed to be out there” I point to the door “Like 10 minutes ago, we’ll have plenty of time to discuss this in the next 12 hours” I push open the door and step into the bright hallway with Jodie not far behind me.

“Alright alright just don’t hide him from me on purpose, you did that with the last one and look how that turned out” she shook her head reminiscing about my ex-fiance.

“I’d rather not think about that” I hooked my arm on hers and we began our journey to our assigned patients.

A few hours into the shift Jodie had disappeared as we both tended to patients but soon her head popped into one of my assigned rooms and the look on her face told me she had been up to something so I stepped out hurriedly. 

“I think your mystery man left you this” she handed me a paper bag, “He’s not blind is he?” her questions were completely ridiculous sometimes.

“God no! Why are you asking me that?” We walked over to the break room, bag still in hand.

“The receptionist said that a tall, blonde man with sunglasses left this for you. I don’t like him, only blind people and douchebags wear sunglasses inside. Plus it’s nighttime!” she was talking with her hands more than her lips at that point which only caused me to giggle.

“Oh, there’s a reason for that I’d rather not get into it” I avoided the topic of Alexis’ black eye and instead shifted my focus to the bag in front of us. Inside was a note that read ‘To keep up your strength, I’m sure you’ll need it’ and behind it were two boxes filled with food that was still warm.

“See, not a douchebag” I pointed out to my friend as her eyes widened at the deliciousness in my lap.

“Can you find me one like that? I’m starving” I pass one of the boxes to her and we dig in. Tonight might not be as horrible as I initially thought.

A mandatory photo of pookie

[spookyserenades]

OH DANA, you never fail to feed us so well ive gobbled everything up!!!! Namjoon moments, new domestic Jimin activities, OUR HOBI TRYING TO TALK US DOWN FROM THE LEDGE. like nice try babes but I wouldn't want to just take what that ghost said to me either, boutta throw hands with the entities. Sure they can call me a wh*re but mama didn't raise a COWARD. I'd also want to exorsice them out of pure spite (and for the safety of the family I guess) 😤 (also another hobi scenting scene? Yeah. Hot)

The second investigation was so cool and terrifying to read as well. My jaw dropped when I read the line saying we didn't notice our incense stick running out and the shadows around our ghost buster team. I was thoroughly spooked. However that got us JUNGKOOK TAT & PIERCING REVEAL! JUNGKOOK TAT & PIERCING REVEAL! I love bonding with our boys and looking respectfully.

HYBRID RIGHTS! HYBRID RIGHTS!!! WOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉 loved the return of y/n's parents im forever in awe of the way you write the supporting characters as well. I really care for everyone in the trouville verse immensely. I like the intro of more opportunities for our boys as well with advancing hybrid rights! Really interested to see where this will go. (Considering our growing codependency to our hybrids im looking forward to different yearning opportunities lol)

Regarding the ending...

WE FUMBLED THE BAG SO HARD 😫 WHY AM I ACTUALLY UPSET ABOUT THIS WEEKS ENDING? I'm y/n fr fr my heart took a deep plunge into icy cold waters of REJECTION. Bestie really said you snooze you lose and WE LOST SO BAD. HOW WILL WE RECOVER???? 😫😭

( also I went back to read some asks on the blog and turns out there has been a new 🍒anon while I was gone, so I will now be signing off as 🧡anon! To avoid confusion for me lol)

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EEEE STOPPP THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺 Honestly you guys feed me just as well when we chat about the story together, too 💕💕

You're so so soooo right about wanting to throw hands with the ghosts. Like first you corner me in a bedroom, call me a whore, then you have the balls to hurt one of the hybrids I love??? BYE! I'd be up in that house with holy oil, spell candles, and a goddamn sword on fire if I were Y/N!!!

Defff was time for another scenting, especially one from a hybrid she's not already romantically involved with! I like that it was a more tender, romantic moment between her and Hoseok, which things between the two of them have been pretty bestie/platonic aside from a few instances here and there. V HOT!

OOO I know like that was the first UH OH moment, when she forgot to light another stick of incense! She must have been so distracted by trying to protect Jeongguk and Namjoon from the shadows that she didn't notice it went out. But YEEEEEEEE GOTH JEONGGUK TATS! AND PIERCINGS!!! MY OBSESSION!!!! She also was NAWT looking respectfully 💀

WOOOOOOO HYBRID RIGHTS FUCKING FINALLY!!!!!!! AND stop 😭😭😭😭 I'm so happy you like the supporting characters, and not just the mains, it's important for Y/N to have others to lean on, not just her hybrids. I also love her mother's Jamie Lee Curtis vibes 🥰 I def think that a handful of the hybrids will either seek some kind of employment or maybe check out a uni class, Jimin and Hoseok in particular. I mean seriously, Jimin can't hang out with horses FOREVER 💀

fjkdaslfhasf IM KNOWN FOR THE MADDENING ENDINGS IM SORRYYY 💀 No seriously though that betrayal is gonna be brutal for her. I imagine Taehyung still feels a little betrayed that she hid her relationship with Yoongi from her, but like what was she supposed to do--- sit him down and go heyyyy I love Yoongi is that alright with you? Like imagine that conversation 💀 We WILL recover though I swear!!! Need some angst and obstacles to make everything more satisfying in the end 😉

OOP I'm sorry about the anon mixup lovebug!!! I love the orange heart too, though, so welcome back to our corner of Tumblr and sending you love 💜

[alysaaric]

Bonded Together. Ch 2: The First Practice

parring: Phantom and Aurora (platonic)

Content: Swiss being Swiss, slight panic attack, angry Dew but Copia and Aeth scold him.

word count: 2,076

summary: the first practice didn't go quite as Phantom had hoped. Sunshine reveals she is looking for someone to replace her but the search isn't going well. But she believe Aurora will be able to take over for her. Is Aurora up for it?

Chapter 2: The First Practice 

The early morning sun shone through the flimsy curtains of the room. Casting precious light onto the ghouls still lying in bed, and onto the plain boring walls. Phantom starts to stir awake when a particular ray of sunlight hits him right in the eye. The tear marks from last night still sit on his cheeks, like an old uncomfortable sticker. Phantom full opens his eyes and blinks at the sleepiness from them. He moves to get up and out of bed, but a body behind him prevents him from moving. Aurora. How could he forget she was still in bed. He honestly thought that sometime in the middle of the night she would leave and gone back to her room. Phantom rolls over to cast his gaze upon Aurora’s sleeping face. The only emotion it carried was that of contentment. Maybe staying in bed for a little bit longer wouldn’t be so bad. Just as Phantom was starting to lay down and get comfortable again, heavy footsteps can be heard almost sprinting to his door. Then suddenly, his bedroom door flew open, almost breaking the wall when it slammed against it. In the doorway stood a small, structured figure. Smoke slowly started to fill the room and the figure standing in the doorway kept smoking a cigarette. 

“Hurry up you two! I’m not letting the reason be that breakfast is late be because of you two!” the voice yelled at the two, now frightened, ghouls in bed. As quickly as the figure came, it disappeared.  

“Dew! Don’t yell at them. They had a big day yesterday; they can sleep in if they want to.” Rain’s calm, monotone voice echoed in the near distance.  

“But you know Mountain’s rule! ‘No one is allowed to eat unless everyone is present at the table.’ He follows it to a T Rain, and I want my bacon.” Dew barks back to his pack mate, clearly distressed over his bacon. 

Phantom and Aurora scramble out of bed, with Aurora bringing Phantom’s comfort along with her to protect her delicate skin from the icy cold morning air. They race down to the main dining hall, almost getting lost in the almost endless corridor of the Ministry. But soon enough, they make it to the dining room, although slightly out of breath. There, at the same table from dinner last night, the rest of their new pack mates sat chatting amongst themselves. Someone of them looked like they had been up for hours, and someone these looked like they had just woken up.  

“Aurora, there you are!” Cumulus exclaims as she walks over to them. “We were looking for you this morning. Thought you had ran away for a second.” 

Aurora gives Cumulus a warm smiles and replies, “Sorry, I probably should have told you where I went.” 

“Ah no that’s ok. You don’t have to tell us where you went. It was just strange you disappeared.” Cumulus says before taking Aurora’s hand and leading her to the table. Aurora in turn, grabbing Phantom’s hand. “Now let's eat before Dew gets even more pissy.” 

As Aurora was sitting down, she felt warm strong hands start caressing her shoulders, and a head lower down to one of her ears. A hot breathy voice whispers in her ear. “This isn’t allowed at the table, little miss princess.” 

And in a quick movement the comforter that was protecting her from the cold, was ripped away from her body in one quick motion. Heat rises to her face and an almost cartoony blush fills her cheeks. When she turned to see who ripped away her comforter from around her, she saw a tall ghoul with a curly mop of a head of hair smiling down at her.  

“Swiss, leave her alone.” Cirrus says from the other side of the table, crossing her arms. “She as just summoned, give it a bit before you try seducing her, ok.” 

“Sorry, Rus but whenever I see a pretty new ghoul, I got to get really close to them.” Swiss says crouching down to Aurora’s height, looking her dead in the eye. Aurora stares back at the fellow multi ghoul, with big doe eyes. The bright pink blush spreading across her whole face and neck now.  

Before Aurora can say anything to the multi ghoul, Mountain finally brings in breakfast, to Dew’s delight. Swiss stands from his crouching position and wonders over to his seat across the table and next to Sunshine. Aurora watches Swiss closely as he walks away. A million thoughts ran through her head in an instance. Two of them being, ‘what was that all about’, and ‘is it bad I want him to do it again.’ 

Aurora quickly tries to compose herself before anyone notices her flustered appearance. Unfortunately for her, someone did notice. When she lifts her head up from looking over herself, she is met with hungry golden eyes staring into her own mixed matched eyes. She couldn’t believe Swiss was sitting directly in front of her. She could have sworn he was sitting at the other end of the table yesterday at dinner. Aurora felt her face starting to flush yet again. She tried looking anywhere else in the room besides Swiss’ hungry gaze. 

“S-So uh,” Aurora says, trying to strike up conversation. “The first practice is today, right? What am I supposed to be doing while you guys are all at practice?” 

“I guess you can sit in on practices. At least until we find you something to do around the Ministry,” Aether replies, downing his morning coffee as Dew steals a few slices of his bacon.  

Dread sets in on Phantom as he realizes that soon enough, he will be on tour with the band and Aurora will stay here in the Ministry. His hands start to shake as he dives deeper into his thoughts. What if during their tour she forgets about him? What if he forgets about her?  

Breakfast wizzes by in a haze. It is only when Dew starts the first guitar riff of Kaisarion, Phantom snaps back into reality. When did he get in the practice room? Better yet, when did practice start? Standing in front of the ghouls on stage is Coipa, Aether and Aurora. Phantom guesses this isn’t a full practice since Copia isn’t off stage awaiting his queue. Phantom follows as many queues as he can remember, but he does forget many and plays many wrong notes. He looks over to the other side of the stage and sees Dew glaring at him as Rain plays his bass line at the start of Con Clavi Con Dio. Phantom whips his head to face the front of the stage as quickly as he could. He tries to remember all his guitar riffs for the rest of the songs, hoping not to meet Dew's wrath. But when it comes to his turn to play, he blanks.  

“I can’t take this anymore!” Dew shouts, throwing one of his picks on the ground. In that moment, everybody stops playing and turns to start at him. “He keeps messing up Copia. He’s not working out!” 

“It’s his first real practice Dew!” Aether yells back at him from his spot in the audience.  

“Aether is right Dewdrop. Don’t be mad at him, he only had a 30-minute practice session yesterday. He's learning. I’m not expecting him to be perfect after 30 minutes of practice. In fact, he’s doing a good job so far,” Copia says sternly, crossing his arms over his chest. At that, Dew shags his shoulders a little bit as an embarrassed looks appears on his face. Copia pinches the skin between his eyebrows and sighs. “That’s enough for right now. We will continue later.” 

Phantom was the first one to leave the practice room. Speedwalking out of the practice room after placing his guitar on its stand. Aurora is next to follow out of the practice room, following after Phantom. Soon enough, the practice room is cleared out, except for two ghouls, Aether and Sunshine. Sunshine finally steps off her platform and walks to the center of the stage and stands next to Aether. 

“I take it you haven’t talked to Copia yet?” Aether asks.  

Sunshine shakes her head with a no. “No not yet. I was hoping I could find somebody to replace me before I told him. But the search hasn’t been great. The other multi ghouls don’t have what I’m looking for.” 

“We need a lot of help here Sunny. Ifrit and Omega are struggling as it is. Mist is doing everything she can as well. We really need your help.” Aether begs. Sunshine smiles up at him and places her hand on his cheek and caresses it.  

“I know Aeth. I’m trying to find someone, it’s just hard,” Sunshine slowing removes her hand from his cheek as she gets an idea. “I could see if Rora is able to replace me! It would be good for not only the band but for Phantom too. They have a special relationship, and they probably don’t want to be separated! Thanks for the idea Aeth!” Sunshine exclaiming jumping off the stage and running out of the room in search of Aurora. 

Aether is left behind in the practice room, standing there completely clueless. “But... I didn’t say anything...”  

After running through the endless corridors, Sunshine finally reaches the ghoul den. She bursts through the big iron door and roams her eyes upon the ghouls on the sagging couch. No Aurora. She progresses further into the ghoul den and opens every door she can. Still no Aurora. Sunshine searches the ghoul den for close to 10 minutes and she can’t seem to find Aurora. She walks about to the living room, trying to think of where Aurora could be. 

“Whatcha looking for, baby?” Cirrus asks wrapping her hands around Sunshine’s neck from behind. Sunshine turns her head to look at Cirrus. 

“I’m looking for Rora, Rus,” Sunshine replies. “You know where she is?” 

“Yeah, she’s in the garden with Phantom and Mount. Phantom was having a hard time with what Dew said and Rora was trying to console him. Mountain saw and took both outside, hoping to help them in any way,” Cirrus tightens her hold on Sunshine. “Why?” 

“I gotta ask her something,” Sunshine taps Cirrus’ arm, signaling for her to let go, which she does. “Thanks honey.” Cirrus smiles and watches Sunshine disappear behind the iron door, but not before telling her to visit later with a flirtatious tone to her voice. 

It doesn’t take long for Sunshine to reach the garden as the den is close to the exit of the Ministry. She wanders around the grounds of the Ministry for a bit. She starts to wonder if Cirrus lied to her about the three of them being out here. But soon enough, she sees the large antlers, she’s grown to love, peaking over some flower bushes in the near distance. She smiles and slowly starts making her way over to Mountain, getting a little insight into the conversation he was having with Phantom and Aurora. 

“And these are Ghost Orchids also known as Dendrophylax Lindenii,” Sunshine hears Mountain say. “They are native to Florida, the Bahamas and Cuba. Now we’re not really supposed to have them, but the Ministry was able to pull some string, when Primo was papa, to be able to get these. Primo was very into plants when he was here.” 

The joyful sounds of Phantom and Aurora’s oohs and awes ring through Sunshine’s ears as she approaches. Then she hears Phantom innocently asks, “What happened to Primo?” 

Mountain sighs, then replies, “Unfortunately, Primo is no longer with us. He has passed on to his next life,” As Sunshine rounds the corner of bushes of the garden, she hears sorrowful ohs from the two newer ghouls. Mountain turns his head when he notices another presence in his garden. “Hi Sunny, whatcha doing here?” 

“I was looking Aurora. Rus said she was out here with you.” Sunshine replies smiling at them. 

“Oh uh, ok,” Aurora says standing up following Sunshine to the gazebo in the middle of the garden. “What is it, Sunshine?” 

“How would you like to replace me and be a part of the band alongside Phantom?” Sunshine asks with a smile on her face.  

“Huh? Are you serious, Sunshine?” Aurora asks in awe.  

[bludmd23]

Waaaaaa okay guys different stuff today!!!! I laid my hands on writing a fanfic for the first time!!! I tried to write hess and dems first kiss, I’m not really a good writer tho this is just for fun!!! The paragraphing is a little weird idk how to do it actually 😭😭😭😭😭😭 sorry if there’s ooc or it’s cringe!! I’m probably gonna upload it to ao3 too once I get an account!!

The whole fic under the cut⬇️⬇️

"...So this is how humans express ‘love’...?" Demantoid snorted, glancing at the small electronic screen where a couple held their hands and gazed at each other passionately.

“It gets better, just you wait!”Hessonite claims, squeezing Demantoid’s shoulder gleefully. The latter hummed in response.

Just like any other Gem who felt excited about the new era, Hessonite had recently become obsessed with exploring Earth's culture and had gotten an outdated projection device out of nowhere, jabbering on about watching it with her companion. Demantoid was different, she had always felt there was little value in researching whatever the humans made, and even the technological aspects were ridiculously rudimentary. However, faced with the tall gem’s sparkly eyes, she didn't reject the invitation after all. And so Demantoid left her half-done experiment and was dragged off to nest into the exquisitely large bed in the palace's main bedroom (thankfully Pyrope was outside the palace or they’ll never hear the end of her tantrum), for “maximum coziness”.

Apart from that, Hessonite also insisted on shutting every curtain in the room for “atmosphere”, leaving the scene projected on the wall the only thing noticeable. Well, and Hess’s nagging too. Demantoid’s wandering mind was brought back by Hessonite’s loud giggle, as she stared at the protagonists with joy. One of the couple grabbed the other by the arm, pulling their partner towards them, the distance between them closed as their lips met.

“What…are they doing..?”Demantoid frowned a little as she tried to comprehend.

“Oh I’m glad you asked!” Hessonite replied quickly as if she was expecting that question. “According to my grand research on several humans, THIS is one of the ultimate ways they show love for their cherished ones! They call it ‘kissing’, quite intriguing, no?”

“I assume so.”Demantoid mumbles as the characters separate reluctantly, red tinting their cheeks.

The couple moved on from the kiss, but Demantoid pondered a little about it. What a strange behavior it is to have facial sensory organs embracing to represent love, the latter a concept she still has trouble grasping, yet she felt the gesture was weird and…suitable in some way. What would it feel like to kiss someone? Demantoid thought, purely out of curiosity at first, and found herself automatically thinking of that noisy tall gem for that someone. Upon that thought, images uncontrollably played in her mind of herself and Hessonite touching lips. The small gem felt light travel to her face for a second, turning it hot. She developed a different feeling for Hessonite recently, making excuses to spend more time with her, the prideful warrior occupying her mind occasionally. Demantoid blushed once more and glanced at the other gem quickly to make sure it went unnoticed, luckily Hessonite was completely indulged in the movie. Relieved, she tried to brush the silly thoughts away.

Before Demantoid fully retrieved her idea, the movie ended and credits started playing.

“That’s all! What do you think? Weren’t their love so grand?” Facing her companion, Hessonite asked with a grin.

“Yeah, it was rather nice.” Demantoid answered sheepishly, knowing she wasn’t focused on most parts of the movie.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it! After all, it was chosen with care by the great Hessonite, how can it be bad at all?” The orange gem stopped to laugh at the back of her hand, before going on and on about how she enjoyed the piece. The faint light of the projector hugged her face gently, softening her features, her gem gleaming as she moved.

Demantoid found her eyes traveling across her features, landing on her lips as the thought about contacting them with her own reappeared in her brain. Hessonite must’ve felt the stare, as she turned around and smiled.

“Just as I was saying, it is the background of that time that made their love so special and courageous! But as considerate as I am, I know you might not fully understand the complexity of the human culture! So you are welcome to ask me anything about it, or in general, and you’ll find that I indeed have the answer to everything!”

The boasting made Demantoid roll her eyes a bit, as she heard herself say in a low voice “I do have a question”. The tall gem nodded in encouragement, waiting silently for her to begin.

“What…does a kiss feel like..?”Demantoid decided to mutter it out before regret could devour her and thought about brushing it off if the other didn’t catch it. Hessonite’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting such a question from the overly rational gem.

“Wuh-I-I haven’t exactly tried…” she sputtered in surprise, looking away.“But I would assume it to be rather sweet and enjoyable, and…” She glanced back at the smaller gem, greeted by her sparkling eyes. Hessonite froze mid-sentence with her mouth half open, instinctively she thought she saw a different emotion brewing in Demantoid’s eyes.

“Hessonite..”Demantoid murmured, keeping eye contact.

“Y-yes?”

“Would you like to try it with me?”

And the taller gem couldn’t help but be more surprised, not to say she doesn’t want to do it, just that she never expected Demantoid to be the first to ask for it. Hessonite realized before they had something happening, but just naturally thought she was in charge of advancing their relationship.

“W-why, you meant kissing?” After getting a firm nod from the other gem, she felt hotness rush to her face and knew she must be blushing hard.

“Then the answer is yes, I would very much love to!” She answered quickly with a huge smile, then felt a bit embarrassed about how excited she sounded.

Demantoid chuckled softly, slowly closing the distance between them, until she could hear Hessonite’s gem pulsing, and see herself in those heterochromatic eyes. She brought her hands up to cup the orange gem’s face, a cozy warmth seeping into her hands. Closing her eyes, Demantoid leaned forward to peck gently on Hessonite’s lips, quick and steady. It was experimental and she didn’t sense much, but she knew it was the right thing. Before Hessonite could start doing anything, she was dragged into another kiss, much deeper than the first one, as she clearly felt the smaller gem’s soft mouth pressing against her own, an indescribable feeling building in her gem and heating her cheeks. And so she responded by putting her arm around Demantoid, pulling them closer, letting her partner sink into her embrace. They kept kissing a little longer, before finally separating, reopening their eyes to gaze at each other’s flushed cheeks and glistening pupils.

“W-wow…that was…” Hessonite started first, her cheerful tone suggesting it was enjoyable.

Demantoid nodded in agreement, a smile appearing on her usually monotone face. She lowered her head a little, making sure her head lined up with Hessonite’s chest, and snuggled their gem together. Hessonite gasped softly as she felt Demantoid’s gem vibrate, both their gems glowing at a similar pace and everything fell silent, only the small sound of their gems beating could be faintly heard.

“Demantoid?” After a while, Hessonite still decided to break the quietness like the chatty gem she was.

“Yes.” The answer came from below, laziness tinting the usually clear voice.

“Are you interested in watching more romantic movies? I still have a lot to share, you see, and all are equally worth trying! I promise you’ll love them-” Hessonite went off again, barely able to stop herself from ending the sentence.

Demantoid sighed, lifted her head to look at the nagging gem, then learned forward to shut her mouth with a smooch. “Affirmative, I would like to watch them with you.”

[starlitangels]

St. Cloud

We all know @gingerbreadmonsters​ is The Queen of the Balance storyline fics. I’m just... campaigning for Princess apparently with all these brother fics lol 1.5k words

This jumps all over. It’s just fun

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Elliott sat on the roof, staring up into the stars. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his arms were wrapped around them. Inside, he ignored the sounds of shouting. Dad, mostly. He was drunk again. Elliott could hear Mom talking quietly back, but Dad’s uproarious shouting drowned her out.

Aaron was staying the night at a friend’s house, leaving Elliott alone on a bad day for Dad. Normally, Aaron would bring Elliott into his room and they’d put headphones in and watch a movie on the laptop Aaron got for high school. Or they’d hide in Elliott’s room and pour over Elliott’s night sky atlases and Aaron would listen to Elliott talk about the stars. Trivia about constellations or Aaron quizzing him about stars and pretending to care about the difference between a constellation and an asterism.

But not tonight. Tonight, Elliott was alone.

He held still, staring skyward. Maybe if he held still enough, his dad wouldn’t remember he was home. As long as they didn’t hear the creaking of the roof, he wouldn’t have to hear his own name shouted.

A few warm tears fell down his face. He sniffled and looked at one of the only visible constellations he could see with the light pollution. Ursa Major. He ran through the stars as he looked at them. “Alkaid... Mizar... Alioth...Megrez... Phecda... Dubhe... Merak... Talitha... Tania Borealis and Australis...” he whispered under his breath.

At some point, the front door opened and slammed shut. Elliott huddled further back on the roof so no one would see him.

He heard his dad stumbling around the front yard and then hollering as he went down the street. When Elliott peeked, he saw Dad’s arms flailing in an attempt to keep his balance.

After a few minutes, the hollering faded into the distance. Elliott sighed. Later tonight, sometime long after midnight, the cops would probably be knocking on the door with his dad in tow after getting a call about disorderly conduct and escorting him home. Again.

He jolted as a window wrenched open nearby on the rooftop. “Elliott St. Cloud, you get your ass in this house right now,” Mom ordered, looking past the edge of Aaron’s dormer window to see him. “You are going to fall off this roof and break your leg!”

Elliott nodded and scooted toward his bedroom window. “Okay,” he said quietly.

She sighed heavily. “Why you always climb out on this roof I have no idea.”

“I like looking at the stars.”

“There aren’t enough stars to look at in this city.”

Elliott shrugged and climbed into the window. “Sorry, Mom,” he said quietly. He shut the window. He heard Mom leave Aaron’s room—but didn’t come into his.

He sat on the floor at the foot of his bed and picked up a night sky atlas, opening it to a random page. Southern Hemisphere Constellations.

Carina - The Keel

One of three constellations that used to be part of a much larger one. The larger former constellation being of the Ancient Greek ship, The Argo. Referred to as the Keel, it actually represents the main body (or hull) of the ship.

—

Smartass

I slammed the door shut harder than necessary and leaned back against it.

“Hey!” my roommate greeted, her glasses fogged up where she was boiling water for pasta. “How’s the new job going?”

I groaned, bonking my head against the back of the front door. “Fine, I guess.”

“Uh-oh. What’s wrong?” She balanced the wooden spoon she was using across the diameter of the pot and turned to me, pushing her glasses up onto the top of her head, squinting a little at me.

“I finished the generalized training this morning, and got to meet my team this afternoon.”

“Oh no. Is one of your coworkers a nightmare?”

“Coworkers? No. Boss? Yes.”

“Oh nooo! I’m so sorry!” Her eyebrows tilted sympathetically.

I heaved a sigh. “It’s fine. I don’t have to interact with him much. He’s gonna have one of the team members who’s been around awhile finish up my training but we do one-on-ones once a week.”

“What is it about him you don’t like?”

I scrunched my nose like there was a bad smell under it. “He’s got a bad attitude, for one. You should have seen the way he would barely look at me when I got led into his office by the general trainer. Like he couldn’t even give me the time of day.” I scoffed. “Aaron St. Cloud. I mean, the last name alone is an obvious sign the guy’s gonna be a prick. Who needs a two-word last name?” My roommate grunted. “Stupid St. Cloud and his stupid square jaw and his stupid arms looking like they’re gonna bust the seams of his stupid button-down and—”

My roommate’s eyebrows slowly lifted higher up her forehead while I complained. “Ohhh. You’re also mad because he’s hot. I gotcha,” she said, spinning around to check on her pasta.

“I am not mad and he is not hot,” I retorted.

I caught a glimpse of her pursing her lips as she put her glasses back in their proper place. “Uh-huh. Sure,” she said, trying to suppress sarcasm but not at all sounding convinced.

“He’s not,” I insisted.

“Yet you noticed the way his arms look in his shirt and the fact that he has a square jaw,” she remarked, taking her wooden spoon and stirring her boiling pasta.

“Even if he was hot, his attitude absolutely makes him insufferable. And he’s my boss—so it wouldn’t matter if he was or not.”

“Which he is.”

“Is not.”

My roommate laughed. “You’re really doubling down on this. Alright. Suit yourself. But I suspect that if you ever leave that place... I might need to shop around for another roommate.”

I snorted. “Oh please. I’m the one that’s always teased for being perpetually single. Having a hot boss isn’t going to change that.”

She whirled so fast she nearly flung her glasses off. “You admitted it!”

“What? No! I did not—” I swore.

She burst out laughing, throwing her head back and then doubling over.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed off the door. “I’m gonna go change. I’ll see you for dinner.”

“See you theeeeen!” she singsonged as I shut my bedroom door behind me.

“Stupid St. Cloud,” I muttered, stripping off my work shirt and shimmying out of the tight trousers I’d worn.

—

Sunshine

“St. Cloud! You get your ass back here!” I shouted, bending forward and chasing after Elliott while he took off ahead of me.

“Uh-oh! Ray of sunshine is calling me by my last name! I must be in trouble!” he teased.

“Ohhh my Goood! Go get a roooom you two!” Hayden complained, lolling his head back. “We’re supposed to be playing flag football and you two can’t pay attention to save your lives!”

“He’s cheating, Hayden!” I replied sharply, pouncing on Elliott while he laughed. He grabbed my legs to keep me stable, so I was piggyback riding him.

“I don’t know what you could possibly be talkin’ about,” Elliott teased. “I’m doing nothing of the sort! I don’t even know how to play flag football.”

“That’s why you’re cheating, dumbass!” I retorted. “You think that not knowing the rules gives you permission to break them or make up your own! I don’t even know all the rules of flag football and I know you’re being obtuse just for the sake of it!” I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep from falling off. “And I will not allow it, St. Cloud!”

Elliott laughed. “Oh I got double last-named, Hayden. I’m really in trouble now.”

Hayden rolled his eyes. “You two are both insufferable,” he complained.

“Yeah but you love us. Which is why we’re all still here.”

“Unfortunately for me, you’re both good friends,” Hayden admitted.

I laughed—and slowly climbed off of Elliott, snatching the football out of his hands and throwing it at Hayden. “We’re starting that play over, yeah?” I said.

“Like it never happened,” Hayden agreed. “This is what I get for being friends with nerds.”

I whacked him—hard—in the arm as I passed. “We are nerds, but that doesn’t mean we’re not enjoying the game.”

Hayden laughed. “I think you two are enjoying each other more than you’re enjoying the rest of us.”

I bit my lip and glanced over my shoulder at Elliott where he was tucking his beanie in his pocket. God, I loved him and had no idea what to do with it. It wasn’t fair that he was cute, hot, and funny. And smart. “Shut up, Hayden,” I muttered.

He guffawed. “Alright, St. Cloud! Let’s try this again. Take it seriously this time.”

Elliott laughed. “I make no promises!”

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABC's of Nick Vaughn - "L"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

A/N: This one is longer than usual because of context readers. Also, I have nothing against cheerleaders, jocks, homemakers etc. This one was based on personal experience.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: K - Kink

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

L - Location

Heading into Boston, you hold Nick’s hand as he drives, tracing patterns into his skin.  He looks over and smiles, bring your hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss. “Have I told you today that you look beautiful?” 

“Not in the last hour, no.” You giggle as you look out the window. You loved visiting Boston; Nick’s parents were great and welcoming. But this weekend was a little bit different.  It was Nick’s 20th high school reunion, and he was a little bit anxious to attend.  And he wouldn’t tell you why.  

After arriving at the Vaughn’s family home and having lunch, you went up to Nick’s old bedroom to get ready.  You set your hair into soft waves, romantic makeup on your face.  As you applied the red lipstick Nick loved so much, you saw the man in the mirror, looking a little down. “Honey, you ok?” 

He seemed to snap out of it.  “Yeah, sorry,” he shook his head. “I’m just a little lost in my thoughts.”  

“Is everything ok? You seem nervous.” You went to sit next to him, taking his hand.  

“Just not sure what to expect tonight.”  He sighed loudly. “I haven’t spoken to a lot of these people since we graduated.  I wasn’t exactly popular in high school.”  He hung his head. “I was a nerd.”  

“Everyone thinks that about themselves.”  

“No really.  Had braces, acne, bad haircut, the works.  I played in the marching band, and I had a crush on a girl.” He looked away. “Stephanie Winters. And I asked her to homecoming.  She said yes and then, when I went to pick her up, she had ditched me for Danny Adams, the running back.”  

“Oh, baby...” 

“I was humiliated and I never got to have a school dance.  I didn’t play at the football games anymore. That field just had bad memories.” He laid back on the bed.  “I don’t know if I can face those people.”  

You laid back next to him. “I think you should walk in with your head held high, don’t let anyone tear you down and show them how Professor Vaughn handles it.”  

“You’re amazing, you know that.”  

“I know,” you reply with a wink.  

“You look gorgeous.  Let’s show you off to my old classmates.” He stood up and offered his hand. You took it, your engagement ring blinking in the soft light of the room.  

** 

As you entered the gymnasium, you took in the decorations. Navy blue and gold, the school colors, but whoever put them up made them tacky AF. Streamers and balloons glitter everywhere, it looks more for a tween than an adult party. “Gosh, this is... a lot,” you whispered to Nick.  

He laughed under his breath.  “It looks like something...” he stopped. “Stephanie.” You turned to see a blonde with blue eyes walk towards you. You tightened your grip on Nick’s hand as she approached but then you really saw her.  Heavily made up, a tight dress but you could clearly see it was not made for someone her age but rather someone twenty years younger.  She was trying too hard.  “Nicky!” She squealed. You huffed as she went to hug him.  

Nick tried to dodge the hug, but she came on full force.  “Hi Stephanie.”  

“Oh em gee! It has been so long. You look so...good,” she cooed as she looked him up and down, shamelessly checking him out.  Nick grew uncomfortable and took a step back, re-grasping your hand.  

“Thanks. Stephanie, I would like to introduce to you my fiancé, YN. Sweetheart, this is Stephanie Winter.”  

“Stephanie Adams,” she corrected. “Danny and I got married right after senior year. “ 

“Wow,” Nick replied.  You cleared your throat to stop laughing.  “Congratulations, I guess.”  

Stephanie looked you over and you could clearly see she was judging you. You didn’t shrink back, you stood proud next to Nick. “Well congratulations to you as well Nicky...”  

“Please, just Nick,” he interrupted. “Are you working on your dance career Stephanie? I remember that’s what you wanted to do in high school. “ 

“Oh, no,” she waved him off, “once I had the kids, I just stayed home with them.  Danny went to work at the real estate office.  What are you doing now?” 

“Oh, well I’m a professor at NYU and YN here just made partner at her law firm.” He looked over at you adoringly. “I’m so proud of her.  And with the wedding just a few weeks away, we are just living our best life.”  

“That’s great,” you can hear the tightness in her voice.  “Well, I have to get back, planning and decorating all of this has been so tough but it was really great to see you, Nick.”  She walked away and Nick let out a low whistle.  

“What is it baby?” 

“I fucking dodge a bullet with that one.”  You both let out loud laughs as you saw Stephanie walk over to a man who was balding slightly and had the beginnings of a beer gut.   

“Let me guess, Danny?” 

“Yep.” Nick shrugged. “I have no words.”  

Dotted around the room were photos of the class from their time at Cambridge High School.  You finally found one of Nick and you smiled.  He was as described, albeit a little more puppy fat on his frame.  However, he had a major glow-up in your honest opinion.  Nick was the hottest guy here.  As Nick returned with your glass of champagne, you curled into him.  “So, where would the most popular guy in the school take his date?” 

“Under the bleachers,” Nick replied. He looked at you and could see the look in your eyes. “Why?” 

“Because I want to erase all these bad memories from the football field,” you whispered in his ear.  

Nick swallowed and took your glass.  He set it down on the table and walked you out to the field.  He held your hand until you got to the field and then spun you around, pinning you to the chain link fence. He kissed you hard, hands in your hair until one drifted down to your thigh. He hiked your leg to his waist, allowing him to press his growing bulge right over your heat. “Nicky,” you moaned.  

“God, I love it when you say my name like that.  Only you baby, only you,” he said between rolls of his hips into you.  

You nipped his chin with kisses and down his neck.  “I thought we were supposed to be under the bleachers?” 

“Fuck that, I'll take you on the bleachers.” He swiftly took off his coat and laid it down before lowering you on top of it.  He spread your legs and found the scrap of fabric you called panties already wet from his kisses and touches. He pulled them down and pushed your skirt up more, exposing you to the cool air.  He quickly pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his length and running the tip through your folds. “Fucking soaked baby. Such a good girl for me.”  He slowly pushed in, both of you moaning in relief.  

Nick started to fuck you, hard, taking out his emotions of seeing old friends and bitch cheerleaders on you.  You went with it, holding onto the back of the bleachers as he pounded into you.  He wished he could have seen your breast bouncing with each thrust but that would have to be later. He started to feel the tell-tale signs that you were close.  “C’mon baby, fuck, squeezing me so hard.  God, I love this pussy.” He changed the angle of your body and he hit that spot inside perfectly.  

“Nicky, fuck, gonna cum. So good, feel so good.”  

“Let go my sweetheart.  Cum for me.”  

The release was euphoric, sending you into another world as Nick followed suit and released ropes of hot cum inside you.  He slowed and laid on top of you for a moment.  

“The football field is amazing. So green,” he commented, making both of you laugh.  Nick took out a handkerchief and cleaned you gently before pulling your panties back on.  He redid his pants and then draped his jacket over your shoulders.  You walked back to the school where Stephanie was outside, smoking a cigarette.  She watched you approach, wrapped in each other.  

“And what were you two...” she trailed off as she could see your red lipstick all over Nick’s face and neck.  Your hair was a little less soft and more freshly fucked.  

“Oh, Nicky was just showing me the football field.  You know, reminiscing about his band days, and telling me about all the dreams he had about the bleachers,” you commented in a sugary sweet tone that was way more of a warming to her. You wrapped your body closer to Nick as you could get while not being naked.   

Nick chuckled at your subtle show of possessiveness.  “I think we are going to take off.  It was nice seeing you, Stephanie.  Good luck with everything.”  

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Made of Steele - Chapter 15

*Warning: Adult Content*

After we left the party, I could tell Kit was trying brush off whatever happened at the 'party'.

I knew the moment I was invited to a party by Hannah, I wanted to say what I usually would and just say 'I'm busy' to get out of it but given the bizarre circumstances with her now liking a girl, I could not ignore it.

Whoever this girl was, Kit knew her and it was not just some random person either.

There was history there, history I did not have the right to ask about.

There is no question about it, from the way she behaved when she saw Kit, whatever happened between them both had ended badly, so bad that I did not miss the way she dug into him.

I didn't like her.

"Uh, Jamie, where are we going?" Kit asked, looking out the window.

Once I see where we were, I realized I had driven us to Dad's house in the hills.

"Oh."

I knew that my dad, Evan and my sister were home, now that Evan's movie promoting was finished, they would be home a lot more now, at-least until I leave for college.

"Sorry, I didn't realize," I cringe, pulling up to the gated driveway.

I pressed the unlock button for the gate and then turned to look at Kit, who was staring up at the house with wide eyes, like he was looking at something that was not there.

"Uh, is this, okay?" he asked, as I drove through the gate to the main house.

Was it okay?

I had brought friends home before and whilst most times it had ended badly, in broken awards from out-of-control house parties to most of my friends just being too uncomfortable and overwhelmed to relax.

Kit was different, he'll be fine... right?

"Why wouldn't it be?" I rolled my eyes. "We can skip inside through the side entrance, if you're uncomfortable."

"Uh, aren't your... dads' home?" Kit asked, closing the side door behind him then he moved to come walk beside me.

I looked at Kit and tried not to laugh.

"Yeah. Why? Is that a problem?"

Kit looked physically uncomfortable but I was used to this, whenever I would bring friends or sneak someone inside that I did not want my dad or Evan to meet, mainly because of how intimidating people get around them.

"I get it. My Dad's rich and Evan's famous. Just get over it."

"It's just... isn't it weird? I'm your teacher," he chuckled nervously as I turned and looked before I opened the back gate.

"Technically," I snorted. "If that worried you, you would've run away by now."

I opened the door wide for him to walk through as a smile played on my lips.

"Right now, you're not my teacher and in a month, I won't be your student," I point out, as Kit's bright blue eyes meet mine.

Kit laughed and with that, he followed me to the back door leading into the garage and once we got inside, I deactivated the alarm before security and my Dad notices me in here, with not only a guy but my school's temp.

I didn't know what I was doing driving here with Kit but now that he's here, I still don't know what to do.

This whole time I've been taking it day by day and because of that, I've never expected anything, as far as I'm concerned, he's three years older than me and just happens to be a sub at the school I will graduate from any minute now.

Once inside, I led Kit to the second stairway that led up to my part of the house on the second floor, the opposite side of the house to where my Dad and Evan's bedroom was.

Kit meeting my family is way too soon and even if that moment comes, what would I even tell them?

My already gay, happily married dad and my mom... who wishes for grandchildren at some point in her life.

Then there was the fact that I didn't know what kind of relationship Kit and I even had.

Was he, my friend? Or was this just two guys, fucking around?

I got to my bedroom and once I opened the door, I turned the light on and then opened the door and went inside, Kit following behind me and then closing the door behind him.

"So, this is how the other half live," he joked, as I slipped off my shoes and then unzipped my jacket.

I looked around and shrugged.

"Home sweet home."

I sat on my bed and watched as Kit left his shoes by the door, then come further into my room, his eyes taking everything inside of my room in like he was studying me in a way.

I found it amusing, usually whenever people came into my room, they're more fascinated by the fact that it's big and filled with expensive shit but Kit had gone straight to my bookshelf.

"Mary Poppins?" he turned and grinned at me, holding the special edition of 'Mary Poppins'.

"It was a gift. Impressed I can read?" I joke.

"Very," he laughed, before putting the book back and then walking over to where I sat on the bed.

"This was exactly how I pictured your room, you know?" he said, sitting down next to me.

Kit was not looking at me but at a notebook I had left on my desk that was next to my bed and before he could see what it was, I got up and closed the notebook and then put it inside my desk draw.

I forgot I left that out... fuck, did he see?

I look back at him and he's smirking, an expression that definitely says 'yes I did see'.

"Let me guess, not what you thought?" I roll my eyes, then go to sit at my desk chair. "I am human, not some fucking robot."

Kit laughed, his pearly white teeth and handsome smile visible as his blue eyes locked onto me, a familiar feeling buzzing in the pit of my stomach.

"Can you blame me?" he smiled. "You don't really let other people in, I don't really know anything about you so... this is a learning opportunity for me."

"I want to know more about you," he added, making me frown.

"Then just ask me," I said, looking into his eyes, making his brows raise. "You know more about me than most of my friends do but if you want to know something then ask," I sigh. "I'm not good at sharing but if...you want to know something, I prefer you get the facts from me."

He looked at me for a short while before grinning, then nodding his head.

"What's your favourite food?" he asked.

What a simple question, I thought, still, if this is what he really wanted to know, I was going to entertain him and his curiosity for once, who knows, maybe I'll also learn something about him.

"Potatoes," I said blankly, making Kit stare and blink at me. "Fuck off, next question."

"What... do you like about me?"

I almost choked on my saliva from how random the questions had shifted and from the look in his eye, I can see that he wants a genuine answer.

Why was he asking me that out of the blue?

"Your ability to make shit awkward," I scoff. "What kind of question is that?"

He shrugged and then leaned back on my bed, his eyes still on mine.

Shit, was he seriously expecting me to answer that? When didn't I even know the answer myself?

I felt like an asshole, at the same time I knew what I felt for Kit but then again, I wasn't going to rush into something that was so out of my comfort zone with someone I didn't know shit about.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked slowly. "Why would you ask me that after tonight, of all nights? I just met your fucking girlfriend, Kit," I sigh out heavily.

"Ex girlfriend," Kit said, his eyes hardening. "And why Not?"

Why not? Was he seriously asking me that?

"Because it's stupid. You're acting like we're dating or something. Why do you care what I like or don't like about you? We're just fucking."

The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them, the look on Kit's face had made the space between us seem bigger and the room smaller if that were possible.

"You're a real asshole, you know that?" Kit replied, shaking his head, then scoffing, he got off my bed and walked past me to my bedroom door.

"Why do you like me then? Everything you know about me you learnt it from online or from fucking high school students," I snap. "Or is this because of my face because let's face it, you don't fucking know me either, so what's there to like about someone you don't even know."

Kit turned and looked at me and just then I knew that I had fucked up.

"You're right, I didn't know you,but that's why I wanted to get to know you, not the bullshit about you online."

The air thickens between us and the room falls silent and as much as I hated myself for snapping out at him, a part of me didn't want to back down after feeling like he pushed me into a corner I wasn't comfortable in.

"I like you because when you're in the room you make me feel like I can be a better person, even if you are a fucking asshole."

Hah... seriously, what was he even saying right now?

Seriously, I must be going fucking crazy because I should just kick him out, I had already said shit I couldn't take back but then at the same time...

"Your laugh."

"Huh?"

Kit looked at me confused as I bit the inside of my gum.

"I like your laugh, it's... stupid."

I felt my body get warmer as the words left my mouth.

"Not stupid... stupid but... nice stupid."

At this point, I didn't know what I was saying and I so badly just wanted to bury my head in a pillow and scream at how fucking stupid I just sounded, confessing I liked his laugh...

'His laugh... I felt so fucking stupid.'

Kit closed the distance between us and roughly pressed his lips against mine, making it feel as though he knocked the air out of me by how intense and rough his lips felt against mine in that split second.

My hands went to his waist whilst his left hand buried in my hair and the right hand went to the back of my neck as our feet stumbled backwards until I felt the bed behind me touch my legs.

I fell onto my bed and with that, Kit fell on top of me, not once breaking out lips apart from the most intense and passionate kiss that I've ever experienced.

A thousand thoughts were running through my head and I ignored every single one of them as we started to peel our clothes from each other, one by one, until we felt our naked bodies touching one another.

I knew this was risky and so fucking wrong on many levels but every single touch from Kit just reminded me of how much I really didn't care, as long as I could keep this feeling for longer of him touching and kissing me.

As much as I tried and become an asshole in the process, it was all pointless now... my failed attempt to make whatever of this was with Kit nothing serious was now backfiring.

I liked Kit and not just his laugh but who he was and how he made me feel and that... that made me nervous.

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Diluc

“Master Diluc, if I could just interrupt--” one of the caretakers in the winery walked up to his office and prepared for the assault of words that could be fired towards him, sure enough, Diluc interrupted. “What is it? I’m a little busy right now, make it quick,” he hadn’t turned his face to look at the grim expression weaving in and out through the caretaker. Hadn’t bothered to look up to check if there was anything amiss, but the caretaker continued quickly “It’s Y/N,” the caretaker had only paused for a moment but Diluc had already picked his head up at the mention of your name. It was here that he realises something must have gone wrong, the caretaker’s expression was not a pleasant one. He was up on his feet, eyes widening a fraction at the following words, “They came back to the mansion seconds ago and they’ve been injured past what Adelinde could fix so we called for a doctor—”

In Diluc’s hurry he had stumbled over his chair, it tripping behind him with a thud on the floor but he ignored it and fast runs towards your room. Dear Archons he should NOT have let you go on that commission by yourself. You could hold your own, yes, but things happened and he really should have thought that through first. He was berating himself for it as he swung the door open. “Y/N?!” 

The urgency in his voice tells you that he perhaps had the wrong idea of what was happening, it was really just a gash on your leg, although it was bleeding profusely, the cut must have been deeper than you thought. The maid had already placed a tourniquet to stop and slow the bleeding. You tried not to show it in your face, not wanting to alarm your lover any further, but it. hurt. like. hell. “Diluc, I’m fine, it’s just a gash,” 

The maid that was previously sitting on the chair next to your bed moves away, Diluc replacing her, his eyes didn’t tear away from the wound on your leg, his expression contorted to that of worry and nervousness, before finally turning to your face, reaching a hand out to cradle your cheek. “Stop lying. You’re pale, you’re sweating--” of course he sees through you, he knows the second you get upset, knows every crease on your forehead and every slight furrow of the brow. He had memorized every inch of his beautiful, beautiful treasure. “Your hands are trembling, you’ve lost too much blood, where’s the doctor?!” He grips your hand at the realization that you might actually be in a more dire situation than presented, and just on cue the doctor comes through the door, asking for some time alone with you to do his job. 

Diluc paces outside the door, unable to stay in one place for long. He kept thinking about how frail you looked. How, if you were unlucky, it wouldn’t have just been your leg. He shook his head at the thought. He didn’t know how he was going to let you out of his sight from then on. He knew full well it would annoy you to have him following you around everywhere but.... How could he not after this?

The doctor emerged half an hour later and explained that you just needed a bit of rest and that, with a little healing magic, you didn’t need the stitches at all. “Don’t let them use that leg for a day and they should be fine, it’s nothing life-threatening but they did lose a lot of blood and is going to need time to recuperate. They’re asleep at the moment,” 

Diluc takes note of everything and quietly slips into your room. They must have sedated you in the process and he sighs as he plops down on the chair that was still placed next to your bed. His eyes soften at the sight of you finally relaxed and less in pain, hand reaching out to brush off strands of stray hair that blocked his view of your face. “You’re the only one who can scare me this much,” he mutters under his breath, as if complaining and he swears that he sees a very small and light grin on your face, as if teasing him. He smiles a little, just happy that you’re stabilized and leans in to kiss your forehead, opting to stay by your side till you wake up.

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Kaeya

“What do you mean unconscious?”

“J-Just as we said, Captain. They were unconscious when we found them,” Kaeya sighs in slight exasperation. Normally he was a jolly camper but when the knight in front of him is unable to say how injured you are, Kaeya gets a little wordy. “I meant to say why were they unconscious? Were they hurt? Where are they now?”

Kaeya stands. He was in the middle of some Favonius paper work. “They were bleeding profusely from the head,” Kaeya stops as if lightning has struck him and stares pointedly at the knight. “These details should be said early on,” he thought that it had just been something less threatening. Perhaps you had somehow passed out, exhausted, on your bedroom floor. Or perhaps had just rolled from the bed and onto the floor. They said that they found you in the bedroom, and his blood froze when he realizes that someone went in there to attack you.

Kaeya doesn’t bother talking the other knight into giving better reports next time, he’d do that later. He could guess that you were probably taken into the Favonius infirmary. Sure enough, when he walks in there, face scrunched up into what could only be described as worry and anger mingling together, you were awake, head bandaged up and your eyes meet. His heart breaks at how you still smile at him despite the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. He stands next to the infirmary bed and gingerly touches your cheek, peering into your eyes. “Y/N, what happened?” he asks, eyes scanning the bandages wrapped around you. “Who did this?” and there was that angry and cold undertone in his voice that you rarely heard, as if his cryo vision had taken over his whole being.

“I’m sorry, Kaeya, I-- I can’t quite remember,” You put a hand up to cover half of your eye, your head was still throbbing and in quick realization Kaeya eases up on you and gently pushes you on your back to rest. “It’s fine, sorry, I just--” he cuts his own speech off and takes a deep breath in. Focus on the good. He tells himself. “I’m glad you’re alright, take it easy, I’ll take care of things,” By that he means he might just slaughter whoever even had the guts to break into your house and attack you in the middle of the day. The break-in was reported by townspeople, and Kaeya was sure as hell he’d get every witness to describe that asshole’s face. 

“You’re staying with me for the moment,” he decides quite quickly, and you had no qualms with that whatsoever. Hearing that you had no protest at all, he grins and leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, afraid to hurt you. “No complaints? Perhaps this was your grand scheme all along to come live with me,” You can’t help but chuckle at how quick he bounces back. “Maybe, honey. Maybe,”

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Albedo

“Ow--” the knife clatters to the floor, as blood starts to pool around your finger. Albedo spins around at the meek sound you make, ignoring the knife on the floor and strides over to you just as you’ve turned on the sink and started running water on the small cut on your finger.

“Let me see,” You turn to him, blinking. His face was blank. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he was staring straight at you. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just a small cut,” but he doesn’t waver and glances at the water running over your finger. “Let me see,” he tries again, this time rather forceful. That got you to obey. Turning the faucet off and awkwardly offering your hand to him.

He receives it and cradles it in his as if it was porcelain, upturning your hand to look at the small cut on your pointer finger. It was tiny. Really nothing compared to wounds that a knight might sustain. Albedo sighs and looks up at you, “Don’t go anywhere,” before stalking off, coming back a few seconds later with a first aid kit. “...Al, it’s alright, it’s not a big deal,” Albedo would only let one person give him a nickname. You. No one else. Frankly he thought the nickname was weird but if it danced on your lips, he didn’t mind it at all.

“Y/N, you’re mistaken if you think I’m going to take this lightly,” he takes out some ointment and a small roll of bandage, starting with the ointment. “Everything and anything that hurts you is a significant thing,” his gaze darkens, as if glowering at that microscopic cut. “Miniscule or massive, it doesn’t make a difference to me,” he starts wrapping your finger, “if it taints your skin, I cannot help but feel--” he doesn’t know the right word, but you do, judging from how his hold on your wrist tightens. 

A soft smile paints your features at how he was such a worry-wart. Sometimes he was so bad at navigating his own feelings but you could decipher them anyway, from his actions. You let him worry over you, and thank him once he’s done. He finishes his work by taking your hand, and pressing it to his lips, his eyes darting up to lock on yours. That made you blush every damn time. His green eyes were just so mesmerizing, and so was his heart.

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Childe

Dear mother of the Archons, perhaps whoever was responsible for your injuries had some type of death wish. Everyone should offer prayers for whoever had cut you up. Your arms and legs were littered with small scratches from trying to run away from the attackers, you thought going through the thick forest was a good idea. In essence, it had slowed the thieves down. They had managed to throw a fire bomb at you that severely burned your right hand, and the right side of your abdomen. 

Perhaps it was thanks to adrenaline running through you that you had actually managed to make it to the gates of Liyue, just before the bridge, but you’d crumpled down right then and there. The Millelith guards didn’t recognize you, but the three Fatui agents walking on the bridge did. “Someone had better tell him,” The group of Fatuis scrambled nearer to you, one of them picking you up, but glancing at the other who had just spoken up. “I’m not doing that, you do it,” it was slightly comical, seeing them pass off the duty of who was supposed to report to Childe about it. “You know how he gets when it comes to them, I’m not doing--” then one of them finally gets their bearings together.

“Shut up, get them to the healer first,” The tallest one shoves the one carrying you, urging him to go fast and off he went. Now it was just two Fatui agents looking at each other. Two Fatui agents who decided that they would just face his wrath together. “Sir,” one of them starts as Childe turns around to look at them. He actually had no tasks today and was just about to go off to find you. “About Y/N...” Childe’s eyebrows shoot up, what in the world could these agents have to say about you? “We’ve sent them to the healers, they collapsed at the entrance of Liyue, it... doesn’t look good...”

All hell descends upon Childe’s demeanor and poise. His face darkens, his eyes burning holes through the two agents and his fists closed up on his side. His bow appears and hovers behind him, the only thing that shone through his dark person. “The two of you--” he starts, “are going to find out who did it. I’m expecting a report by nightfall,”

Childe himself shows up at the healers quarters, and was told of your condition. “Their hand is going to scar,” keeps reverberating in his head. Like the sound that he imagines the skulls of those who dared touch you crunching under his feet, over and over again. Childe actually winces when he sees you. Small bandages on your arms and legs from the scratches, your right hand wrapped up adequately and, he couldn’t see it now, but he was sure your abdomen was wrapped too.

You cracked an eye open, feeling another presence in the room. Childe immediately appears next to you, leaning over the bed and watching your expression. “...It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asks, tracing over your bandaged hand. You remained quiet for a moment before nodding your head slowly. Just remembering it caused a blinding pain in your mind’s eye. You’d been given drugs to ease the pain now, but there were still traces of it lingering on your skin. “How dare they,” both your eyes snapped open at Childe’s nearly contorted voice, shadowed and overpowered by rage. 

You pick up your good hand and touch his arm with the tips of your fingers. You didn’t like it when he got like this. “Childe, it’s alright,” far from it, but it was the only reassurance you could offer. He catches your hand and brings it up to his face, pressing your hand to his cheek as if it was a lifeline. “It’s not. It’s not,” he repeats to himself, his anger also stemming from the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. “They’ll regret even laying eyes on you,” You knew he wanted to go now, knew that he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but you yet again pull your hand away to grasp at his shirt, the fabric scrunching up under your hold. “...But stay with me for tonight? Please?” 

That got him. He would never say no. His form relaxes and he leans in to kiss your lips, gentle yet with a hidden hunger in them. “Of course,” he simply says, as if his previous agenda forgotten.

But he would never forget. He would never forget for as long as he could see that scar. 

Tomorrow, he would decimate each and every one of them.

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Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

[rafescoke]

i’m sooo obsessed with your entire page holy moly. if you’re taking requests can i get kinda an angst one where the reader is with jj and finds out him and kie have been doing stuff behind her back, and the rest of the group knew the whole time? so she ends up getting close to rafe and hanging out with his friends so it eventually ends up with rafe x reader??? sorry that’s so long lol pls never stop writing, i love your fics too much <3

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her 

Warnings: Cheating, substance, mentions of sex, jealous Rafe, JJ & Kie being an asshole

A/N: Thank you so much for the amount of love I received from my last two works! It has been so overwhelming and I love each one of you with all my heart <3

p.s, my request box is always open! Send random ideas and I’ll turn them into a fic <33

p.p.s, so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a party pooper!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pulled her best friend aside from all the commotion, “Sarah. I’m serious. I feel like he’s cheating on me.”

“He’s not!” Sarah groaned, and when (Y/N) gave her a look, she sighed. “I’m serious. He loves you too much, okay? Look, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I’m sure JJ’s just ignoring you as a part of your birthday surprise.”

(Y/N) wanted to believe her so bad, but she couldn’t deny the strong feeling growing inside her. Ever since a month ago, JJ wasn’t there for her like always. When she tried to hold him in the van or at the Chateau, he would flinch and scoot away from her. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Look-” Sarah cupped her face, her eyes boring into hers. “I promise that he’s not cheating on you. Can you please let this go? How about you go and find him, have a smoke, and then come back to me with the verdict?”

(Y/N) hummed back in response, thinking about what Sarah had just told her. When she first moved to Obx from the city 4 years ago, she had been spending most of her time with the other kooks. When she bumped onto JJ one particular evening while he was too busy mowing down her lawn, that was when most of her happiest days started. 

(Y/N) made her way towards the far end of the beach where JJ and the other pogues were hanging out, her feet lightly patting against the hot sand. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw the love of her life laughing on a log, and quickly walked towards him.

“Hey,” she started, sitting on the empty space beside him. JJ shifted, giving her more space, and muttered a quick ‘hi’ back. He offered her a beer, to which she shook her head to, and he shrugged before downing the whole content.

“You’ve got some beer here,” (Y/N) said, leaning forward to wipe the tiny droplet on his chin. JJ hurtled backwards as if on cue, and quickly wiped the stain with the back of his hand. (Y/N) stared at him, being caught off guard, but decided to not create any drama.

“You really don’t have to do that,” (Y/N) muttered, wrapping her cardigan over her tighter. The cold night air swept over her, causing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to fix it as she watched JJ scoffed, the fire in front of them reflecting on the surface of his blue eyes.

“Do what? Wipe my mouth? Come on, (Y/N), it’s really not that big of a deal,” JJ sighed. He didn’t even bother to hold her hand, to reassure her that it’s really okay, and instead he continued his conversation with John B about some kind of a movie. She noticed Pope looking at their way, but he quickly turned to look at the waves when she returned his gaze.

“Do you want to smoke?” she tried again, this time with her hands on his lap. He didn’t move, and (Y/N) took this as a good sign, her heart fluttering happily. 

It’s progress.

“You sure?” he asked, fumbling with his back pocket to reach for his extra blunt. When he grasped the rolled up herbs between his fingers, he handed it to her, smiling when she scooted closer. He lighted it for her, watching her took a deep huff before blowing the smoke.

“That’s good?” he asked before taking a blow for himself. He felt his heavy mind getting lighter, the weight he has been holding since forever slowly lifting into the air. He laughed, and turned to look at the state of the girl beside him.

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) smiled, this time with her head on his shoulder. She saw Pope looking at them with some kind of a heavy look again, but just like before, he turned away before she could ask him anything. 

“Pope?” 

Pope’s attention from the crashing waves turned completely to (Y/N), his eyes wide and his mind panicking. His eyes glanced to the blonde boy beside her for a second, but it settled back to her. “Yes?”

“You’re okay? You keep looking at me. Is there anything that you want to tell me?”

“Me?” he pointed to his chest, and when he saw the look on JJ’s face, he laughed, making an action of swatting his hands against the air. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something else. I guess I involuntarily looked at you.”

(Y/N) laughed with him, her head still on JJ’s shoulder, her eyes slowly squinting against the glowing fire that seemed to be too bright. She turned to whisper to JJ, “Can we go home?”

“Tonight? But It’s Bonfire night. We can’t leave yet,” he protested, glancing at both of his friends for help. Pope, not wanting to spend anymore time with them anymore, quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the main space of the party. 

“I’m gonna go with Pope, okay? Find Sarah. Go and talk to her? I’ll call you later,” JJ quickly added, standing up from his seat, stirring (Y/N) from her previous position. She sighed, her head still woozy, but she didn’t want to think about the possibility of him cheating on her.

He wanted her first, it’s just not possible for him to suddenly lose feelings for her. The countless times he would tell her that he loves her, that she’s the only girl he will ever mark as his, and now nothing?

She groaned, kicking the sand, all while the muffled music thrumming against her eardrums. She turned to look at John B, the only guy left with her, and opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you see the problem, John B?” she asked, her voice slow. When he didn’t reply, she sighed again, this time standing up from her seat to return to the ongoing party. “This is exactly the fucking problem.”

She didn’t understand; why is everyone treating her differently? What did she do? She sacrificed almost everything to be apart of their group, including her relationship with her kook friends. At that moment, she longed for her bedroom, where she knew she will be totally safe, all cuddled up with Netflix to enjoy.

“If it isn’t the princess,” a voice said from behind her back, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before turning to look at the source. The tall figure of Rafe Cameron loomed over her, and (Y/N) tried to block his scent of cigarette and expensive cologne. She never really stopped liking his smell.

The Camerons and her family are business partners, and that was the core reason for her family to move to Obx in the middle of July 4 years ago. Meeting Sarah and her siblings for the first time, she couldn’t deny the strong attraction she felt towards the oldest sibling, but she had thought of it as nothing more than a silly crush and tried to focus more on her relationship with a certain blonde boy living on the other side of the island.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer that way,” he smiled, and (Y/N) groaned when she could hear the amused tone lacing in his gruff voice. She made to walk away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“Come on, I was just playing. That’s not the way to treat an old friend,” he laughed, letting go of her. He looked around her, noticing her odd behaviour, and suppressed his smile. “Where’s the boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied, and returned the gesture of looking around him. “Where’s the girlfriend?”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back as his hair messily slicked to the back. “Girlfriend? I don’t do girlfriends. Come on, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not a surprise,” she said in a singing tone, giving her attention towards the dancing bodies next to the speaker. “Look, Rafe, just say whatever you want to say to me, okay? I’m tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to say to me.” 

“I just want to make a conversation,” he shrugged, chugging down his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His actions reminded her of JJ, and she quickly looked away when she felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Rafe said, tugging her chin to force her to look at him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling his cold skin against hers, but she let him stare into her eyes before quickly pulling away. “Yeah. It’s that look you’ll put when you’re worried about something. What’s up?”

“Rafe, it’s really nothing,” she sighed, scooting away from the boy. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on a certain blonde boy, and she could feel her heart soaring up again. Rafe’s eyes followed her gaze, and when he saw JJ, he turned to look away.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe replied, already making his way towards the keg station.  (Y/N) noticed the change in his behaviour, seeing how cold he turned, but decided not to mention it. She was being cold towards him first, so she guessed it was fair for him to be acting that way. 

Rafe didn’t understand how blind she could be. Couldn’t she notice the pattern of the girls he fucked? How they all looked so similar to her? 

He scoffed, sipping from his red cup as he watched her walk towards the boy that stole her from him. Everything was going perfect; they were hanging out almost every day; just her and Rafe, either it was in his swimming pool or (Y/N)’s hot tub. When her father had hired JJ Maybank to mower his lawn, that was when everything went downhill. 

“Cameron,” a voice greeted from beside him, and when he turned to look at the figure, he expressed a sly smirk.

One more person that looked like her.

. . .

JJ’s phone was beside her.

She kept telling herself no, that she should trust him since they are in a relationship, but her brain was yelling for her to go through his phone.

He’s cheating on you.

She groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as she grabbed his phone, looking around briefly before typing his passcode. 

The phone vibrated in her hands as she failed to guess his passcode, and she frowned before the screen. It had been her birthday’s date, so why wouldn’t it open? She tried again with their anniversary date, and again, was met with the same fate.

“What the fuck?” she said to no one in particular, and sighed before trying out random numbers. Lastly, she pressed all 1, not thinking much of it and already accepting her defeat. She exclaimed in happiness when his home screen appeared with his background a picture of a dog.

(Y/N) frowned again, remembering how it used to be a picture of them, but decided to not question it as their picture had been replaced by a dog instead of something else. She went through his Instagram, scroling down the many direct messages, through his Imessages; where he texts the pogues a lot and through his Snapchat, only finding their private pictures in his ‘my eyes only’.

She released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, shutting the phone off and letting it lay in its previous position. She smiled, secretly cursing at herself for ever doubting JJ. He must’ve been busy with his life, just-

Ding!

Involuntarily, (Y/N) picked up the phone and watched as Kie’s name appeared. She typed in his passcode quickly, trying to see what she needs so that she could try and help her with anything in case if it’s urgent. Her heart stopped for a minute when she saw her text.

Kie: You’re sleeping with her tonight?

Why would she even text him that?

(Y/N) sat up straighter, her fingers gliding across the screen in a swift motion.

wdym?

She watched as the typing signal appeared, biting the insides of her cheeks. She looked at the direction of the toilet again, hearing the blonde boy humming to a Nirvana song. She looked at the screen again.

Kie: You promised me you would be with me tonight

Kie: Just us two

Oh my god.

She could feel the hot tears coming in, but her bathroom door creaked open, so she threw the phone back to its initial position and cleared her throat, looking to the ceiling and randomly muttering words to herself.

“Huh?” JJ asked, looking at the direction she pointed. He saw nothing, and looked back to her. 

“I said white’s not the color anymore. I think I’m changing it to grey. What do you think?” She asked, feeling her throat hurting. She cleared her throat again as JJ stared at the ceiling one more time, his face all scrunched up.

“I think grey’s okay?” He said, but it was more to a question. He took his phone and sat beside her, shielding his screen from her. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, silently interpreting his strange demeanor. 

She cursed when it finally hit her; she hadn’t delete her text to Kie.

She bit her lips, curling her toes and randomly tracing circles on her lap. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t think.

How could she forgot to delete that one, single text? 

“I have to go,” JJ stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at him, ready to ask if she could follow, but halted her action when he put a hand up.

“I’m seeing John B. Something about, um, Sarah stuff. Just me and Pope. The boys,” he muttered, clearly trying to tell her that he wouldn’t be bringing her to the Chateau. (Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart sank, because she finally understood everything;

The glances he would give to Kie in the HMS Pogue, the brief moments where he would put his hands around Kie’s waist when he tries to slip in between her and someone, the flirtatious laugh he’ll emit when she makes a joke - it all made sense.

(Y/N) used to think that it was all just friendly behaviour and how he had known her longer hence it must’ve been normal for best friends to do that. One thing that (Y/N) likes about herself is how she’s able to guess things correctly - 

But she had never wanted to be so wrong about something before.

“You’re okay by yourself tonight?” 

“Huh?” She finally looked up to him, seeing his blue eyes staring straight into her boring ones. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, proceeding towards the open window to exit her bedroom. (Y/N) ‘s father would never give his blessings towards this relationship, so he had to enter and exit his girlfriend’s room through the window. 

He hesitated before reaching the seating girl, placing a soft but immediate kiss on her cheeks. (Y/N) smiled weakly in return, not trusting herself to say anything.

How could he?

Ten minutes after his departure, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her father’s car keys before fleeing after a particular black motorcycle. She didn’t even think about turning the car radio on, and her mind was set on only one thing; JJ and Kie.

When she arrived at the Chateau, her fingers trembling and her hair all over the place from the wind while she was driving down the road, forgetting to close the window, she quickly made her way to their usual hanging out place.

Before she could enter the room, Pope’s voice interrupted her actions.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening. He looked at her palm around the doorknob, and let out a nervous laugh. “You’re looking for JJ? He’s not here.”

She gets it now.

“Pope, I know,” was all she said before opening the door. 

She felt her world shattering right after she was greeted with the sight of Kie on JJ’s lap, running her fingers through his blonde locks while she kissed him tenderly like  (Y/N) always did. John B and Sarah were right next to him, cheering him on, but stopped when they finally looked up to the looming figure.

“Oh my god,” Kie exclaimed, pushing herself off JJ and fixing her hair. (Y/N) made a look, disgust filling every inch of her body as she quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to hear any apologies or explanation.

None of that mattered to her; she just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)!” she heard him yell, but she exited the Chateau as fast as her feet could take her, not stopping to look at him. She cursed when she couldn’t find the right key to open her door, her fingernails clanking against the metal.

“It was a dare!” JJ said, right after he reached her. He watched as she didn’t pay any attention towards him, still fumbling for her keys. “I swear! The kiss was just a dare!”

“Was the text a dare as well?” she asked, finally putting the right key into the keyhole and stepping into the car. JJ cursed and stepped aside, feeling drained and tired from the screaming.

Of course he didn’t send the ‘wdym’. He never like short forms, only using them when he is in the toilet and typing with his left hand. Why didn’t he realised this sooner?

“I’m sorry,” he said, but before he could say anything else, the girl drove straight towards the exit, away from him. 

The worst part of all wasn’t about not having a chance to explain himself to get out of the mess he made, but it was when he saw the pained look on her face. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking a stone and making his way back towards the Chateau. 

(Y/N) fingers scrolled down the many contacts in her phone as she tried to focus on the road simultaneously, and finally stopping when she reached the letter ‘R’ contacts. 

She tapped on the first name under the R letter, putting the phone call on speaker and placing her phone on her lap. She shuddered, suddenly remembering the way she had found JJ and Kie in, but shook her head when his voice filled the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rafe.”

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